The Sage paved the way with money, and Malin and his group quickly went upstairs. Detectives were moving in and out of the door they were about to enter.
A detective raised a police line and Malin, taking advantage of his small stature, walked over without bowing his head, seeing for the first time the blond man lying dead on the long bench.
There was a large bullet hole in his forehead, the blood and flesh on the wall behind him telling the tale of a wound from excessive penetration.
The police were carefully collecting evidence, while the Mimicking Bird on the perch was incessantly declaring it would call the police, unaware that the ones rummaging through the house were the very police it was looking for.
"Did anyone in the apartment hear the gunshots?" Malin confirmed that the bullet hole required at least a .45 caliber to inflict such a wound, then turned his head to look at the person in charge who had followed the Sage in.
