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The crime scene tape was still stretched across Theresa van Wyk’s chipped front door. Nico ran his fingertips over the door and the tape. He gripped it and pulled it downwards. Taking the keys he'd borrowed from the caretaker out of his pocket, he unlocked the door but paused inside the doorway. The smell of death still hung in the air. He had no idea what he was looking for but hoped that he would find some small, overlooked, detail that would help him nail the murdering bastard.
The flat was dark, the curtains closed. Everything seemed to be the same as when he had left it on Sunday, but it felt different. He had a distinct feeling that someone else had been there since the forensics team had vacated the premises: the sensation made his skin crawl. The powder from the fingerprinting
