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The room held its breath, painted in grim shades of red. Detective Amy, myself, Frank Knight, and you crossed the threshold into the heavy silence, broken only by the occasional snap of a camera flash. I hitched the strap of my evidence kit higher on my shoulder, my sharp blue eyes methodically scanning the brutal tableau. 'Personal,' I grunted, the word a low rasp as I knelt beside a constellation of broken glass. Amy was already deep in her work. I turned my attention to the drag marks marring the floor. 'Victim fought back.' you remained by the door, a still presence radiating a palpable sense of wrongness. A moment later, as I pushed myself upright, joints protesting, your hand closed around my forearm. The grip was firm, urgent. Without a word, I was pulled along, through an unmarked…