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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.

of tampering. The fifth person had another way in. Quinlyn searched the house and spotted

window.

gentle push. Cold, damp air rushed in, startling

housekeeper locks all windows. Zane

had opened a window one stuffy

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

The police didn’t

of lilies. The climate control kept them looking delicate, but after the storm,

and

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

sighed, “Not to mention the boots are huge, and the soil’s too soft.

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the water from the print. Donny said, “The soils depth suggests 150 to 170

“It’s not Zane’s

like these boots. But the

“They got stuck in the mud, couldn’t pull out the oversized boots. They stepped back, leaving

leans back, heels dig in for balance.

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

Based on pressure and boot bend, any physics teacher could figure it

had washed away all the other footprints near the flower

residence when it

ballistic.”No way! Cher must’ve forged that certificate for him. She

out here. We can’t let her stay inside

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