What the Assistant Knows
The body in the modification shop smelled of ozone and copper, the particular combination that marked a cybernetic murder. I stood over it and let my left eye do what my right eye could not: scan the wound for microscopic traces that a human would never see. The murder weapon was a carbon-fiber probe, the kind mechanics use to service cybernetic limbs. But this was not a standard issue. My...
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