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Dahlia called Dan over, pointing to the form at the end of the alley, half hidden by a tarpaulin. She had two of her arms huddled around her chest; she clasped the other two behind her head, pacing across the mouth of the alley. Tears streamed from all three eyes. “Please, don’t let it be him” she sobbed. Dan laid a hand on her as he walked past. “Call the Enforcers,” he said as he made his way to the far end.
Using a nearby brick, he broke the lock and opened the gate so he could reach the form under the sheet. He could see the back of the head, and a blood pool under the cover. It looked sticky, so he guessed that the body had lain there for a while. He could hear Dahlia speaking on her phone to the Enforcers. Looking back over his shoulder, he made sure she stayed there as he moved the covering.
He staggered slightly as the head turned, “Help me!” implored the form. Dan squeezed his eyes closed and when he reopened them, the form remained in its original position. He could hear Dahlia at the far end as he removed the tarpaulin to see that the killer removed the upper eye, and amputated the lower arms.
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