The metallic smell assaulted Ash’s senses. Every surface of the room was covered in blood. It was even hanging from the lampshade.
What was left of the victim, author Ella Morris, lay in the middle of the bed, her clothes folded on the chair in the corner.
Sam was leaning over the body, taking measurements.
“What have we got?” Ash asked.
“Ella …
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