She smirked and lifted her eyebrow at the backhanded compliment. God knew they did get the job done, grisly as the means were. "Doing both means this wasn't a impulse kill or random mugging gone bad. Someone wanted to be sure of the outcome, giving us either copycat or the actual killer." Walking back out of the alley, she looked around at the street and the bustle. "The real killer would only do a half-assed job if interrupted, forced to flee prematurely. There might be a witness running around out there."
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