"Begood,orelse—"
Somewhereoff-cameracameamutedthunk.Theunmistakablesoundofabdebitingintofabric.
Thegirl''''scriesdiedinstantly.Hertear-filledeyeswidearingatsomethingjustoutsidetheframebeforesnappingbacktowardthecamera.Herbodywentrigid.Nomorewildfiling—onlyfaint,untrolbletremors.
Forensicshadalreadycollectedtheevideeddybear,stabbedandshredded,baggedfromthebed.Apropforterror.
"Themanwiththesilverringwasholdingthecamera,"Lumuttered,recallingtheevidencelog.Then,sharply:"Whereisthecameranow?"
"Captaiherookieiigator,Brian,started.
Butbeforehecouldfinish,theseniorforensialystNeil,hisvoicelowandgrim.
"Wehaven''''tfoundityet."
Brianhadonlyjoiheforensicsafewdaysago.Themomentherealizedhemighthaveoversteppedandstolenhissuperior''''sspotlight,heshrankback,hisfacecwithembarrassment.Neilcuthimasharpgre.Brian,fusedbutchastened,cmpedhismouthshut.
Lu''''seyesremainedfixedontheputermonitor,oblivioustothesilentexgebehindhim.
"Goodgirl.What''''syourname?"
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