“Well, hello there…” Julia said after picking up the shell casing. “Hmmm, a nine-millimetre round.”
The casing was shiny and still had the stench of being fired. Both of which were signs that someone pulled the trigger recently.
“This is how they got the upper hand,” Julia said.
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