The brunette was dressed well, heels, dress slacks and all: the badge clipped to her belt and the sidearm fallen from her hand looked real, but the orange sticker on the stock and the laser pointer in the muzzle were a dead giveaway.
The bullet holes in her chest however, were very real and very bloody.
"You're going to love this one, Castle," Beckett said, holding up a frayed mass-market paperback copy of "Heat Rises" in a gloved hand. "Found this in the vic's pocket. Fangirl vigilante who got in too deep?"
"Whoa, if I was gonna snuff Nikki Heat, I was gonna send her out in a much more flashy way, not taking a handful of slugs to the chest," Castle said, almost rearing back from the body.
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The bullet holes in her chest however, were very real and very bloody.
"You're going to love this one, Castle," Beckett said, holding up a frayed mass-market paperback copy of "Heat Rises" in a gloved hand. "Found this in the vic's pocket. Fangirl vigilante who got in too deep?"
"Whoa, if I was gonna snuff Nikki Heat, I was gonna send her out in a much more flashy way, not taking a handful of slugs to the chest," Castle said, almost rearing back from the body.
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