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Zendyne by Han Li Thorn www.zendyne.com
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The sharp metallic tang of hemoglobin hit Lee as soon as he opened the bedroom door. Kelly was still within earshot at the top of the stairs, so Lee’s curses were silent, but he mentally castigated the local security man for calling the corporation instead of the cops. Lee was a design engineer, mid-level but rising. His expertise included android design and intelligence, not crime scenes or crisis containment. He didn’t even watch that many cop shows.
He had certainly never signed up for anything like this.
The customer — victim, Lee told himself — was sprawled on the floor, near the end of the king-sized bed. The carpet