The buried body's hand stayed open under the stone.
The old body in the case kept one finger pressed to the glass.
Between them, the board held Daemon's cut like a bad answer someone had tried to cross out with force.
Ty looked at the three marks again and read them by position. Stone trough first, case track second, and Daemon's cut across both.
The order made his sore hand ache because the receiver tooth under it had already tried to choose. The machine wanted the case body to count as the kill. The board said the stone body belonged to the anchor. Daemon had cut through the route before either could become clean.
"The wrong kill is not a metaphor in this room," Blue said.
JJ kept her shoulder against the case frame.
"I had almost gathered that from the bodies arguing through furniture," she said.
Blue ignored the edge in her voice and pointed at the groove.
