"Whose are these?" A shrill voice cried. An unfamiliar-yet-authoritative-looking woman high-heeled over the the scene, a scowl on her face. I shoved the packet in my backpack. She picked a bloody razor off the floor and gave it a closer look with her squinty eyes. "Whoever brought these in could be charged for murder."
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