The body was like a broken windup toy.
Detective Ramirez squinted at the metal tab protruding out the neck.
“Tube key,” the CSI supplied, noting his confusion.
“Sorry, what?”
“You know,” she pointed to a partially used tube of toothpaste. “For rolling up metal tubes.”
“Huh.” Ramirez nodded.
“Wicked, right?”
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S.T. Marie 