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"The defendant, Sloane Lane, is found guilty of first-degree murder, and sentenced to fifteen years in prison…" Sloane collapsed to the floor, sobbing so hard she could not speak. While Zane was led away, he looked back at me. There was something in that glance. Regret, perhaps. Or relief. I did not know. I did not want to know. The judge continued. "The defendant, Zane Lane, was found guilty of second-degree murder and sentenced to twelve years in prison." The gavel fell and the trial was over. I stood up and walked out of the courtroom. The sunlight was dazzling… - The funeral home hallway was quiet except for my footsteps and a staff member. The staff led me into a room and pointed to a cart by the wall, and said, "These are Ms. Lane's ashes." The urn was black, small, and light. I took it in both hands and held it in my arms. After leaving the funeral home, I took a cab. "Where to?" the driver asked. "The train station." - The train ride lasted
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I closed the folder and asked Marcus, "When's the trial?" "Next month at the earliest," Marcus said. I nodded. Before I left, I went to the medical examiner's office. The medical examiner who met me was a young woman with glasses and a quiet voice. She led me into a small room and handed me a list. "These are Opal's belongings." On the list was a phone, a necklace, and a jacket. The phone was shattered, its screen cracked like a spiderweb. The medical examiner said it had fallen while Opal struggled on the operating table. Struggled… She had struggled on that operating table. The necklace was a thin silver chain with a small, opal pendant. I had given it to her for her eighteenth birthday. She had worn it ever since and had never taken it off. I picked up the necklace and closed my hand around it. The opal pendant warmed in my palm, as if it were responding to my touch. The jacket was hers. It was a denim jacket that had already faded from washing too many times w
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Marcus continued to explain to me."Victor and Rochelle's youngest daughter, Emma Gomez, had the Rh-null blood type. Unfortunately, she had dilated cardiomyopathy. It meant that the heart had gotten bigger and could not pump blood properly. "She needed a heart transplant. However, they had waited three years without finding a suitable donor." Marcus then tapped his fingers lightly against the table. "Opal was in a minor car accident and taken to the hospital. A routine blood test showed that she had Rh-null blood. "Somehow, the Gomezes found out and got a detailed compatibility report for Opal. Her heart was a perfect match. Fewer than ten people in the world would have been compatible. "Victor's family approached Opal's adoptive parents. They offered three hundred thousand dollars. In exchange, her adoptive parents had to cooperate with the fake reunion, let Victor and Rochelle take her away, and sign an organ donation consent form." His fingers stopped. "They signed it
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The basement was a wine cellar. That was what the first search had concluded. But this time, the officers went downstairs and didn't come back for a long while. Marcus's radio crackled. "Captain, you need to come down and see this." The tremor in the officer's voice told me something was wrong. Marcus walked toward the basement entrance, and I followed him down the stairs. The staircase was long, the lights were dim, and the walls were cold. The air grew colder with every step. It was not the natural chill of a basement. It was a different kind of cold. It was something that came from machines… Something artificial. It was cold air from refrigeration. Someone was running some sort of powerful cooling equipment down here. There was a door at the bottom of the stairs, and it was already opened. An officer waited in the doorway, his face pale. I walked inside. The basement was huge, even larger than the living room above. Wine racks lined the walls and were filled
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The instant "Opal" took the glass, someone else's hand entered the edge of the frame. It held another glass. The angle made it almost impossible to see without enlarging the image. "Someone was switching her glass," the technician said, "every single time." Marcus stared at the screen without speaking. In the distance, red and blue lights drew closer through the darkness. Backup had finally arrived. Three police cars stopped outside the manor house and their doors opened at the same time. A dozen or so officers climbed out. The officer in charge ran over. "Captain, what are your orders?" Marcus turned toward the people outside the mansion. "Secure everyone at the scene. Question them separately. Don't let them communicate. Search the entire estate. Every room and every corner. Keep your eyes open." "One more thing." He paused. "Contact headquarters and have them deliver a FINDER over." FINDER, or "Finding Individuals for Disaster and Emergency Response", was a device
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Everyone fell silent for a moment. The silence was so unnatural that even the wind seemed to stop. Then all hell broke loose. "What is the meaning of this?" Victor's expression froze. "Captain, what's this supposed to mean?!" Rochelle pulled her husband's arm with startling speed, a reaction that did not fit her status as a wealthy lady. She said nothing, but her eyes changed. It was not fear, but it was calculation, as if she were quickly deciding whether there was still a way out. Opal stood perfectly still. Unlike the others, she showed no surprise or anger. She simply stood there, her expression calm… Too calm. So calm that it looked unnatural. Dean reacted first. He shook off Opal's hand, his voice rising. "No! Arrest her! Why are you arresting me? I have nothing to do with this! I don't know anything!" No one paid him any attention. Marcus gripped my phone, his gaze moving from Victor to Rochelle, then from Rochelle to Opal. He said nothing else. He was wait
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