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There were splashes of it on the lacquered walls, like lethal paintings scrawled by an evil child

So , and she had seen ht before to take the scene as calmly as she would have preferred

She had to s once, hard, and force herself to block out the ie of a small child

“You got the scene on record?”

“Yep”

“Then turn that da off” She let out a breath after Feeney located the controls that silenced the music The bed flowed to stillness “The wounds,” Evecloser to examine them “Too neat for a knife Toofilms, old videos, old viciousness

“Christ, Feeney, these look like bullet wounds”

Feeney reached into his pocket and drew out a sealed bag “Whoever did it left a souvenir” He passed the bag to Eve “An antique like this has to go for eight, ten thousand for a legal collection, twice that on the black market”

Fascinated, Eve turned the sealed revolver over in her hand “It’s heavy,” she said half to herself “Bulky”

“Thirty-eight caliber,” he told her “First one I’ve seen outside of a museum This one’s a Smith & Wesson, Model Ten, blue steel” He looked at it with some affection “Real classic piece, used to be standard police issue up until the latter part of the twentieth They stopped un ban was passed”

“You’re the history buff” Which explained why he ith her “Looks new” She sniffed through the bag, caught the scent of oil and burning “Soood care of this Steel fired into flesh,” she ly way to die, and the first I’ve seen it in my ten years with the department”

“Second for ot out of hand Guy shot five people with a twenty-two before he realized it wasn’t a toy Hell of a mess”

“Fun and games,” Eve murmured “We’ll scan the collectors, see how ht have reported a robbery”

“Might have”

“It’s lanced back at the body “If she’s been in the business for a few years, she’d have discs, records of her clients, her trick books” She frowned “With Code Five, I’ll have to do the door-to-door h “Whoever did it set it up The antique weapon, the wounds thehts, the pose Who called it in, Feeney?”