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Lena walked back toward the tape, her reflection a wavering ghost in the oily puddles. doa 061

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Thorne tilted his head, a gesture of professional equivocation. "Define 'weapon.' There's no blunt-force trauma, no penetrating injury. No ligature marks, no petechial hemorrhaging. Toxicology is preliminary, but his blood looks like a supercomputer's coolant—high levels of a synthetic neural peptide I've never seen outside a military medical journal. His pupils are fixed at exactly 2.4 millimeters. Not constricted. Not dilated. Exactly 2.4. That's not physiology, Detective. That's calibration."