Rees nodded and took a drag from his cigarette. “Where the hell is forensics?” he asked. “They’re on the way, sir. Still running behind after that bombing on Highland this afternoon, I guess. You heard anything else about that?” Rees hadn’t. “Everybody’s saying it’s another terrorist attack,” the patrolman said. “I hear the SICA guys aren’t letting anyone near the blast site.” “Figures.” The city’s intelligence agency had a well-deserved reputation for not playing well with others. Rees checked his phone. 3:26 AM. “You ever see one this bad, sir?” Rees looked at the mangled, bloody corpse sprawled across the floor just a few feet away. He drew deeply from his cigarette again. “Why don’t you go see what’s keeping the lab boys?” “They already said–” “I know what they said. Just humor me, okay?” The patrolman nodded and walked over to where a few other officers were busy blocking off the area. It wasn’t a difficult crime scene to secure, considering they were eighty-eight stories above the streets inside the unfinished Sircotin Technologies building.
