"Good thing I play wargames." He pulls out a tape measure and does the thing. "Couple inches, about the same size as this knife that was jammed in it."
"Fuck it."
I take a photo of the victim's face, then have one of the various computers within the mechanical parts of my person search for her on Facebook.
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