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The skeleton lay on the classroom floor, and Luke Harding prowled around it,
thinking. Then, on his hands and knees, he went around again, taking a
closer look. Still he didn't touch the specimen. Without looking up, he
pointed to the rib cage and said, "Malc, there's a tiny mark on the sixth rib.
Looks like a knife wound to me. Scan it, will you?"
The flattened orb moved in, hovered above the bleached bones, and swept a
laser over the fault. "It is consistent with a stab wound made by a narrow
blade, pushed in at an approximate