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It felt like they’d turned a mall game into a crime scene puzzle. Cher was still playing her wild cards, ignoring the rules, and leaving Quinlyn to fend for herself.

Quinlyn stood up and approached Bennett, asking to join the investigation.

Bennett refused her. “Not now. Mr. Ramirez ordered that you should sit tight until the higher–ups give the all–clear and ease up on security.”

“But if Zane’s the killer, you’re in trouble. Why else keep him here?” Quinlyn pointed out their dilemma.

Bennett hesitated. He liked Quinlyn’s skills and trusted her fairness, so he let her tag along with Jolie as an assistant.

Jolie was examining the cut angles to guess the killer’s height. “From this angle, he’s gotta be six–foot–three. But the skin texture here is weird. Look, the upward slope’s all jagged.”

She gestured to a bloody chunk of flesh, nearly touching it with her hand. A rookie nearby couldn’t take it and had already puked three times. He felt queasy again.

Quinlyn leaned in. “It isn’t clean. It is off–kilter, like it is stabbed after a fall.”

“Exactly, Quinlyn. You’re sharp,” Jolie said, instinctively reaching to pat Quinlyn’s face, almost smearing blood on her.

Quinlyn dodged and noticed the police checking the front door. An idea hit her. She walked over to the gate, pointing at the doorknob. “If the victim broke in, shouldn’t there be his fingerprints?”

The policaman paused. “You’e right. There aren’t any. Odd. Did Zane let him in?”

Quinlyn doubted it. Zane didn’t seem to have friends or be close to neighbors. He wouldn’t invite anyone over.

But if Bobby didn’t open the door, someone else did. Quinlyn crouched to check the keyhole. The house used memory keys, a new Zane invention. The lock’s intricate edges were unique.

person had another way in. Quinlyn searched

window.

opened with a gentle push. Cold, damp air

all windows. Zane and I wouldn’t open them. We

opened a window one stuffy night but

unlocked. “If I were the killer, I’d do this to hide my

and hard. The police didn’t believe Zane and

investigating. Outside the window with traces was a sea of lilies. The climate control kept them looking delicate, but after the storm, many were

some stems and abandoned

boots. Zane’s size too. Let’s check this clear footprint,” Donny said, leading

to mention the boots are huge, and the soil’s too soft. After the rain, getting accurate data’s

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moved lilies, and drained the water from the print. Donny said,

“It’s not

froze. Quinlyn explained, “Zane’s feet are huge, size 12, like these boots. But the person

heel. “They got stuck in the mud, couldn’t pull out the

stuck, the body leans back, heels dig in for balance. “That’s why it’s

can you tell how big the feet were?”

on pressure and boot bend, any physics

washed away all the other footprints near the flower bed–it

residence when it rained, right around the time

ballistic.”No way! Cher must’ve

at Cher. “Get her out here. We can’t let her stay inside scheming. Out!”

But Cher stood up anyway. “I won’t get in your way. I’m not