Part #1

In a small old town in the state of Mississippi, Ryan Carter was impersonating a Fed when getting information on a string of strange deaths that had occurred within the past two weeks.

"And you said your friend Kate was out all night at the Eastern bar, getting intoxicated?" Ryan asked a man who was wiping his motor oil covered hands with a cloth.

"Yes, Ma'am. She told me she was just staying there for a few more drinks with her other friend Theresa. But as you know she disappeared and was later found in a ditch, dry as a desert." the man replied, "I probably should have stayed with them."

"There wasn't anything you could do to know that that was going to happen."

"You're probably right, but I still feel guilty." the man sighed, tossing the cloth into a box of tools.

"I promise I will do anything in my power to figure out what happened." Ryan promised him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but before you left the bar, did you see, hear, feel, smell anything out of the ordinary?" Ryan asked, wanting to know if he knew anything else he might be keeping to himself, "The smallest details can help us out a lot."

The man had a thinking face on for a couple of seconds, "Well, before I left a woman who I haven't seen before walked into the bar." he replied.

"What did she look like?"

"She was a blonde about five foot six, and she had some tattoo on her hand."

Ryan soon wrapped up the conversation to get to the morge to look at the victim's body for anything else that could tell her who or what killed those people.

When she got to the morge, she showed them her badge, getting access to the body.
"As you can see the body has been drained of all of it's blood and fluids. Like someone drank them from a straw." the employee said, feeling a little uncomfortable around the body.

"That's very strange." Ryan said, the employee agreeing with her. "I have to check in with someone else. Would you-" The employee began, "No, it's okay. You go ahead." Ryan said, having a small smile as she turned back to the body as the employee left.
She inspected the body for about an hour, not finding anything, not even a circular mark from a Peruvian fat sucker.

A witch was pretty much her guess.
She had planned on going to look in the victim's car and clothes to see if a hex bag was planted anywhere on them.

In the victim's jacket which was the only thing that had pockets there was nothing she could find. In the vehicle she looked under the hood, under the seats, and almost everywhere else. Lastly she looked underneath the car, finding a hex bag under the drivers' side.  She took it out, opening up it's contents, finding a few bones, a feather and something she couldn't identify.

"Time to find that lady."