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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.

The fifth person had another way in. Quinlyn searched the house

window.

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

said, “When we’re out, the housekeeper locks all windows. Zane and I

a window one

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

and hard. The police didn’t believe

was a sea of lilies. The climate control kept them looking delicate, but

stems and abandoned rain boots by a

wear these boots. Zane’s size too. Let’s check this clear footprint,” Donny said, leading them to the flowerbed’s

the soil’s too soft. After the rain,

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

“It’s not

are huge, size 12, like these boots. But the person in these has

couldn’t pull out the oversized boots. They

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

sense. “Quinlyn, can you tell how big the

boot bend, any physics teacher could figure

footprints near the flower bed–it erased the

was a fifth person at the Perry residence when it rained, right around the time the crime happened.

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

here. We

anyway. “I won’t get in your