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        "Begood,orelse—"

        Somewhereoff-cameracameamutedthunk.Theunmistakablesoundofabladebitingintofabric.

        Thegirl''scriesdiedinstantly.Hertear-filledeyeswidened,staringatsomethingjustoutsidetheframebeforesnappingbacktowardthecamera.Herbodywentrigid.Nomorewildflailing—onlyfaint,uncontrollabletremors.

        Forensicshadalreadycollectedtheevidence:ateddybear,stabbedandshredded,baggedfromthebed.Apropforterror.

        "Themanwiththesilverringwasholdingthecamera,"Lucianmuttered,recallingtheevidencelog.Then,sharply:"Whereisthecameranow?"

        "Captain,we—"Therookieinvestigator,Brian,started.

        Butbeforehecouldfinish,theseniorforensicanalystNeilcutin,hisvoicelowandgrim.

        "Wehaven''tfoundityet."

        Brianhadonlyjoinedtheforensicsafewdaysago.Themomentherealizedhemighthaveoversteppedandstolenhissuperior''sspotlight,heshrankback,hisfacecoloringwithembarrassment.Neilcuthimasharpglare.Brian,confusedbutchastened,clampedhismouthshut.

        Lucian''seyesremainedfixedonthecomputermonitor,oblivioustothesilentexchangebehindhim.

        "Goodgirl.What''syourname?"

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