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He was pointing a torch under the sofa. Like all
the technicians he too was clad in a hooded white
overall.
"Anna," called Brauer, to the technician with the
camcorder. "Have you done there?" He nodded at
the sofa.
"Yes," she said.
"Then we may need some stills of what's
underneath."
"Simon?" He was talking to the technician with
the torch.
"There's nothing to dust. But I haven't done
trace."
"Let's leave it in position and tip it on its back,"
Hofmann suggested.
Thiel went to one end, Simon to the other and
tipped the sofa to reveal the floor underneath.
They all found themselves staring at a single
dining fork. The prongs were stained red.
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