|Evil Genius Awaits You...Are You Ready?|
Dr. Whitehead approached the room cautiously. Uniforms moved out of her way, touching their caps respectfully. ‘That Strange Lady M.E.’ didn’t come to every murder. Just to ones like this.
In the room lay the mutilated body of an old man. His long gray hair, streaked with blood, had been plaited over the slashed face, and a raven’s feather rested atop the brow.
Dove Whitehead stood over the body, peering around with telescope eyes, focusing on what was there, and more importantly, what wasn’t there.
Where was the blood spray? The pooling blood beneath the body? The splatters of blood drops on the wooden floor? There were none.
Dove turned her eyes to search the room, not moving from the spot where she stood. The man had lived here on the reservation for eighty years, nearly all his life. Where were the accumulations of a lifetime? The room was spartan, with the simplest of belongings.
Closing her eyes, Dr. Dove Whitehead tilted her head and shut out all sounds. Lifting her hands over the body, Dove inhaled. It was there, the evil was there.
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