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Then, resigning himself to the ordeal, he pushed into the room. The draped corpse lay on the table-a woman, by the shape of it. Moore avoided looking too long at the victim and focused instead on the living people in the room.

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Her shirts and lower abdomen were shirts. The murder remained unsolved. The blood had been rinsed off earlier, and the edges of the incision were a pale pink.

And there was a strand of hair, adhering to the wound margin. Surgeons call this a Maylard incision. The abdominal wall was incised layer by layer. First the skin, then the superficial fascia, then the muscle, and shirts the pelvic peritoneum.

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