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It felt like they’d turned a mall game into a crime scene puzzle. Cher was still playing her wild cards, ignoring the rules, and
leaving Quinlyn to fend for herself.
Quinlyn stood up and approached Bennett, asking to join the investigation.
Bennett refused her. “Not now. Mr. Ramirez ordered that you should sit tight until the higher–ups give the all–clear and ease up
on security.”
“But if Zane’s the killer, you’re in trouble. Why else keep him here?” Quinlyn pointed out their dilemma.
Bennett hesitated. He liked Quinlyn’s skills and trusted her fairness, so he let her tag along with Jolie as an assistant.
Jolie was examining the cut angles to guess the killer’s height. “From this angle, he’s gotta be six–foot–three. But the skin texture
here is weird. Look, the upward slope’s all jagged.”
She gestured to a bloody chunk of flesh, nearly touching it with her hand. A rookie nearby couldn’t take it and had already puked
three times. He felt queasy again.
Quinlyn leaned in. “It isn’t clean. It is off–kilter, like it is stabbed after a fall.”
“Exactly, Quinlyn. You’re sharp,” Jolie said, instinctively reaching to pat Quinlyn’s face, almost smearing blood on her.
Quinlyn dodged and noticed the police checking the front door. An idea hit her. She walked over to the gate, pointing at the
doorknob. “If the victim broke in, shouldn’t there be his fingerprints?”
The policaman paused. “You’e right. There aren’t any. Odd. Did Zane let him in?”
Quinlyn doubted it. Zane didn’t seem to have friends or be close to neighbors. He wouldn’t invite anyone over.
But if Bobby didn’t open the door, someone else did. Quinlyn crouched to check the keyhole. The house used memory keys, a
new Zane invention. The lock’s intricate edges were unique.
There were no signs of tampering. The fifth person had another way in. Quinlyn searched the house and spotted a warped

window.
The window opened with a gentle push. Cold, damp air rushed in, startling Cher, who was on the couch.
Cher said, “When we’re out, the housekeeper locks all windows. Zane and I wouldn’t open them. We rarely hang out
downstairs.”
Quinlyn agreed. Zane had opened a window one stuffy night but locked it before bed.
Bennett pushed open another window and found them all unlocked. “If I were the killer, I’d do this to hide my escape,”
Figuring this out was a mix of easy and hard. The police didn’t believe Zane and Cher, but now there was Quinlyn.
Without a word, Bennett started investigating. Outside the window with traces was a sea of lilies. The climate control kept them
looking delicate, but after the storm, many were crushed.
They found artificial steps on some stems and abandoned rain boots by a ditch.
“Gardeners wear these boots. Zane’s size too. Let’s check this clear footprint,” Donny said, leading them to the flowerbed’s
center, pointing to a water–filled mark.
He sighed, “Not to mention the boots are huge, and the soil’s too soft. After the rain, getting accurate data’s nearly impossible.”
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But they had to try. They pulled back curtains, moved lilies, and drained the water from the print. Donny said, “The soils depth
suggests 150 to 170 pounds. Matches Zane.”
Quinlyn interrupted, “It’s not Zane’s print.”
Everyone froze. Quinlyn explained, “Zane’s feet are huge, size 12, like these boots. But the person in these has tiny feet

Quinlyn pointed to the heel. “They got stuck in the mud, couldn’t pull out the oversized boots. They stepped back, leaving a deep
mark.”
When stuck, the body leans back, heels dig in for balance. “That’s why it’s so deep,” Quinlyn explained.
Bennett thought her analysis made sense. “Quinlyn, can you tell how big the feet were?”

She nodded. “Size 42.” Based on pressure and boot bend, any physics teacher could figure it out.
The rain had washed away all the other footprints near the flower bed–it erased the evidence but also left some clues.
There was a fifth person at the Perry residence when it rained, right around the time the crime happened.
The reporters outside buzzed as soon as they heard the news. Bobby’s family went ballistic.”No way! Cher must’ve forged that
certificate for him. She was always shady like this, even twenty years ago.”
They pointed the finger at Cher. “Get her out here. We can’t let her stay inside scheming. Out!”
Bennett couldn’t let Cher leave–if the reporters‘ cameras caught her, she’d be all over the headlines. But Cher stood up anyway.
“I won’t get in your way. I’m not part of this case, so I should have some freedom, right?”
Zane, who was cuffed in the corner, started to move, but Cher shot him a look. “Don’t worry. If they touch me, I’ll sue.” She
adjusted her wool coat and walked out with poise.
“She’s out!” someone yelled. The reporters swarmed like a flood, shoving their cameras forward. Live feeds popped up
everywhere.
Bobby’s family got even more worked up and rushed into the garden, ready to jump Cher. Suddenly, a bunch of bodyguards
showed up and pinned the family down.
Joss screamed, “Who are you? Let us go! Don’t you respect the law, with all these reporters
and cops
around?”
The reporters went wild, filming even harder–this was golden content.

But then, their live feeds cut out. “What’s happening? Why’d the broadcast die? Technical issues?” Right after, another group
blocked the other cameras.
Before anyone
could react, Quinlyn walked out the door. She was wearing the same beige cloak as Cher. She walked to the middle of the
garden and took Cher’s hand.
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