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        "Thekillerleftnoidentifyingtraces—nofingerprints,hair,DNA.Thisone''sgoingtobetoughtocrack."

        Briannodded."Butwhatcouldkilltwogrownmenso...quietly?"

        AtwingetightenedhisgutasherecalledMoxi''sreport:extremesexualeuphoria.

        Neildidn''tanswerdirectly."Theworldholdspossibilitiesyouhaven''tdreamedof,"Yourtheory''snotbad—butnexttime,runitbymefirst.Wallshaveears."

        Brian''seyesdartedtothedoorway."Youdon''tmean—?"

        Neilmissedthemutter,raisingabrow.

        Brianswitchedtopics."Ifonlywehadthatcamera.Thelastfootagewould''veshownthekiller.Whyelsetakeit?Wonderifshe''sinanyofthediscs..."

        Neilchuckled."Backtothe''avengingvictim''theory?Evenwiththecamera,unlessitcapturedtheact,you''vegotnothing.Thiskiller''sice-cold.Noordinarygirlcouldleavesolittletrace."

        Theydriftedout,leavingJunalone,staringathishalf-sortedfiles,lostinthought.

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