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Zhen Nuan's body had gone numb, but her mind was sharp and running. She remembered Yan Han's training. Follow the force, redirect it. She turned and kicked out into the dark. Nothing connected. The man moved like he'd seen it coming — fluid, certain — and his hand closed around her wrist and pulled her forward. She panicked. No technique came to her. So she bit him. Her teeth sank into the back of his hand. She tasted mint soap. A faint trace of tobacco beneath it. The skin was firm. He flinched. Just slightly. But he didn't let go. She bit harder. He still didn't let go. She was about to say something threatening when a low sound came from the dark. A laugh. "Is it to your taste?" She released him instantly and stumbled backward. Her calf caught the edge of a chair. Her balance tipped. She was going down — and then a hand found her arm and steadied her before she could fall. She landed against his chest. His hands held her still. He handled her ...

C-Lab Experimental Building, 9th Floor Zhen Nuan tucked the report under her arm just as the elevator doors opened. She looked up and smiled. "Thought I wouldn't show?" Guan Xiaoyu stepped out, grinning. "You were the only woman at Ten-Ane Lane. Don't tell me you're still embarrassed about it." "Not anymore." Zhen Nuan fell into step beside her. "Where are you headed?" "Briefing the captain." "Same." "Then you're just in time. A few things came in while you were buried in paperwork." Guan Xiaoyu lowered her voice, the way she always did when the news was actually good. "The trace team examined the genital area you flagged on the body. They found a hair — one that didn't belong to the deceased. Most likely from a man who had sex with her before she died." Zhen Nuan nodded. She was beginning to understand how this unit worked. Evidence arrived in fragments. A hair here, a pattern th...

The slap of Yan Han's quiet laugh hit Zhen Nuan somewhere tender. Her cheeks burned. Komatsu hadn't caught it. "Yes, that show's incredible. Criminal Minds too, right?" "Right." Yan Han's voice was smooth. "Though it does remind me of those nine years the FBI overruled state police — leaned on criminal psychology, profiled the suspect as white, and let a Black killer take more innocent girls." Zhen Nuan had swallowed enough today. "My guess may be wrong. But how are you certain it's a suitcase?" "That's deduction. Not a guess." She went quiet. He crossed the room and took the scalpel from her hand without asking. The blade moved to the deceased's upper arm. "The livor mortis settled here, and the skin is white. Indented." He guided the blade down to the forearm. "Here — no indentation. No livor mortis at all. Why?" Zhen Nuan opened her mouth fast: "She was curled on her side. U...

The wipers cut through the rain in slow arcs. Outside the windshield, the world dissolved and sharpened and dissolved again. Yan Han and Zhen Nuan had changed into dry clothes. The car heater ran full blast, but the silence between them was its own kind of cold. Zhen Nuan sat with her spine rigid, like a woman bracing for impact. She would not quit a job she loved because of Shen Yi. That was not the kind of love most people understood. And she would not let her work poison what she had with Shen Yi. That was not the kind of safety most people understood either. She had no past worth remembering, no faith to lean on, no family and no real friends. The only things that gave her a sense of being real in this world were her work and him. Those two things. Nothing else. She did not want the bad blood between Yan Han and Shen Yi bleeding into her standing at the bureau. But she also could not keep sitting here while Yan Han treated Shen Yi like a suspect. The bureau was close now. She...