Chapter 72
had floated up around her face like a stiff tangled cage. "I'm going to have to cut it," he said. Blake nodded, somber. "I guess so," he said. "She had nice hair," Harper said. Her voice was quiet under the noise from the fan. She half turned and backed off a step. Her shoulder touched Kith's chest. She left it there a second longer than she needed to. Stavely took a fresh scalpel from the cart and traced through the hair, as close to the paint crust as he could get. He slid a powerful arm under the shoulders and lifted. The head came free, leaving hair matted into the crust like mangrove roots tangled into a swamp. He cut through the crust and the rubber and pulled another section free. "I hope you catch this guy," he said. "That's the plan," Blake said back, still somber. "Roll h
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