Dugan dipped beneath the yellow police tape and walked through the door, “What do we have?”
“Another one and more of the same,” came the answer.
He walked towards the back of the abandoned house. Streams of bloody cast off covered the room.
Dugan squatted down as he pulled on a rubber glove. He shined a light in the victim’s eye, quickly checked behind her left ear and inspected her large right toe nail.
“Shit!” Dugan exclaimed. “He’s done practicing and has begun escalating.”
“What do you mean, Lieutenant?”
“She’s not a cybernetic, she’s for real,” he answered, “Notify Homicide.”
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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