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But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

She said while looking at Rose. "What do you mean it's tricky business?" Damien asked. "When trying to mix the DNA of multiple species you have to make sure all of the components match. If not it will kill you within minutes. The new DNA will eat at the original DNA causing the whole body to have a war between who is going to win. When the new DNA starts to take over the body can't keep up with it and all your organs will start to melt." She quietly said while looking down at her feet.

Instead, his senses were hit by a sharp, aggressive chemical odor. The entire interior of the house was completely empty. There were no couches, no tables, no family photographs on the walls. But more importantly, there was no dust. Duncan walked from the living room to the kitchen. Every single surface had been scrubbed down with industrial-grade bleach and silver-neutralizing compounds. The floors were stripped bare, the carpets had been ripped out down to the subfloor, and the walls had been wiped clean with chemicals designed to destroy supernatural traces. A professional cleanup crew had done this. They hadn't just moved the doctor out; they had systematically erased every single drop o

If I could alter the blood in some way, the tests would be inconclusive, or perhaps even point to someone else. I began rummaging through my father’s desk drawers, my fingers scrambling through files and papers. I needed something, anything, that could help me. My eyes landed on a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Perfect. The high alcohol content would surely degrade the DNA in the bloodstain. It was my best shot.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

“Anything you remember about them? A smell? A name they called each other? The way they talked?” I paused, trying to remember. “One of them… had a deep voice. He said something about bleach… cleaning me to get rid of their prints. Another guy argued with him, said it was pointless because it wouldn't exactly work and that even though their DNA was already in the police database, they won't be tracked.” His brows rose slightly at that. Officer Lane wrote quickly, nodding to himself. “That’s helpful,” Harris said. “Very helpful.” He exchanged a look with his partner, then leaned a little closer.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

“It’s going to be difficult to hide if people start to slip and slide in your blood.” I try to smile, but my face muscles won’t cooperate. “I burned your shirt,” she says coldly. “And threw the ashes away. I made sure there was nothing left.” “Jesus,” I grunt. “How many true crime documentaries have you watched?” “Enough to know that we need to get rid of any blood and DNA evidence. Now.… Where do you keep the bleach?”

“That’s why you wanted me here. If they agree. You want me to test them and find out if they display Fae DNA. I’m not sure I can. We don’t have any records of their DNA.” “Yes, well that’s coming. We’ve kept a few preserved specimens. I just hope that the preservation hasn’t destroyed the DNA.” “That is the issue. Human preservation of living tissues in formaldehyde destroys the DNA. Things caught in amber have a chance of being viable. We’ll see when it gets here. Whether the men will consent. When the specimens get here. We’ll find out for sure whether they’re useable.” Doctor Graves stood near a darkened window watching the others as he explained the complications that may occur.

Kyle was probably busy, so he did not reply right away. Blair put down his phone and asked Mable, “Are you sure that the A117 reagent can detoxify Vortex?” The A117 reagent was a mysterious chemical reagent that was said to be poisonous. However, it was also rumored to be able to repair and regenerate cells. There were many rumors about it, and many people on the black market have tried to purchase it through various channels over the years. Nonetheless, it had always been unattainable due to its scarcity.