Evil chuckled. "Oh its obvious Persephone," she said with a considerable amount of sarcasm, "he knew Cera, obviously it must be him." Evil's voice turned mocking. "Oh no, get the rope, he had the balls to know someone. Watch out everyone, don't learn anybodys name or you might be guilty." Sighing, Evil got back to business.
"There are two dead people in one room, but that doesn't mean that Rafiki did it, any werewolf could've attacked Queenie while they were there, perhaps even looking for Queenie BECAUSE he or she knew that she was a Shaman. In fact, that someone who attacked Queenie could be taking this as a very nice coincidence, because for that someone would be very very convenient that she died in that particular room because that means that they can now shift the blame away from themselves. Now does that sound like anyone we know?
And don't even get me started on the starting to suspect me thing! You tried to hang me last night, don't think I forgot that! I know how you feel about me, thank you very much. No need to take the high ground now."