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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.

tampering. The fifth person had another way

window.

opened with a gentle push. Cold, damp air rushed in, startling

locks all windows. Zane and I wouldn’t open them. We rarely hang out downstairs.”

had opened a window one stuffy

open another window and found them all unlocked. “If I were the killer, I’d

a mix of easy and hard. The police didn’t believe Zane

a word, Bennett started investigating. Outside the window with traces was a sea of lilies. The climate

steps on some stems and abandoned rain boots

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

huge, and the soil’s too soft. After the

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

not

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

couldn’t pull

back, heels dig in for balance. “That’s why it’s so deep,” Quinlyn

her analysis made sense. “Quinlyn, can you tell how big the feet

42.” Based on pressure and boot bend, any physics teacher could figure it out.

all the other footprints near the flower bed–it erased the

at the Perry residence when it rained,

reporters outside buzzed as soon as they heard the news. Bobby’s family went ballistic.”No way! Cher must’ve forged that certificate for him. She was always shady like this, even twenty years

out here. We can’t let her stay inside scheming.

reporters‘ cameras caught her, she’d be all over the headlines. But Cher stood up anyway. “I won’t get in your way. I’m not part of this case, so I should have some freedom, right?”