"Then tell them I'm dying to meet them."
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"Technically? A cascade of synaptic failures. Every neuron in his brain fired simultaneously, then stopped. It's like someone flipped a switch labeled 'off.'" Thorne stood up, his knees popping in sympathy with Lena's. "Time of death, approximately 03:17. No ID, no prints on file. But here's the real oddity." He pointed a gloved finger at the man's temple. "Look closer." and something else—a sweet