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Miller lifted the body bag and peeked at Tavin Miloschenko’s body.
Not pretty.
He recognized the man’s face from the database dossier, and his long, black hair. And the golden chain and gray suit.
“Died from an intestinal wound,” Danforth said. “Guy got stabbed something awful.”
“A man like Miloschenko must have had a lot of enemies,” Miller said. He leaned in and inspected the bowel wound; there was a large hole in Miloschenko’s midsection, with tearing at the edges. Whoever stabbed him had twisted the knife and pulled out the knife almost immediately, creating a bigger hole upon exit.
“He was wanted for murder, human trafficking, human rights abuses, piracy, and biological warfare, for starters,” Danforth said, “but they were all allegations. No one could ever prove anything.”
