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Blair's eyes were drawn back to the victim. "You really think he'd kill himself over some larceny beef? This seems like a little- I'd almost say overkill." Blair sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. He didn't even want to think about what the gray clumps of -- stuff were that clung to the bookcase located directly behind the victim. Dusty book covers of red, blue, gold and green were dotted with splotches of the stuff, as well as blood and - Blair closed his eyes and tried to breathe through his nose - and hair. Brown hair. More was stuck to the walls and the floor.


And so where is this going?" Simon asked before he took a sip of the hot beverage.

"It's just weird, that's all. The forensics techs found a cell phone beside the body, so we know it's our suicide's phone," Blair continued, "but there is no record of him signing up with any company for service. There weren't any phone bills or records of him owning the phone in his personal papers."


While Jim handed the bagged phone to one of Dan's people, Blair asked Dan, "How do you feel?"

Dan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"How do you feel about this case, about being here? Don't think about it. Just say the first word that comes to mind."

Dan blurted out, "Strange."

Blair nodded. "Me, too."

"What's going on?" Dan asked.

Slowly shaking his head, Blair sighed. "I wish I knew."