"What is that?" Cain mutters, stepping up beside me and sniffing the air, his eyes widening. “It smells like chemicals.”
"They sanitized it," I say, my voice dropping into a razor-thin whisper. "They chemically dissolved the blood before they left."
"They... what?"
"They knew the DNA would trace back to them somehow," I say, the sheer discipline of the move burning in my throat like acid. "You don't carry bio-neutralizing powder on a heist unless you plan for worst-case scenarios.
“What?”
“You don't dump the powder on a blood pool unless you know exactly how evidence collection works. Their man got shot, they dragged him away, and neutralized the evidence, probably all in under thirty seconds."
"So we have nothing," Cain says, his face going completely ash-white under the spotlight.
