Brock arrived quickly and understood what had happened in an instant. He said, "Your apprentice was found in an alley near the precinct. She's not dead, but she's hurt. They took some of her blood, probably to imitate her."
"They did a terrible job of it," Gordon said. "They couldn't tell left from right, and their eyes were obviously abnormal."
"But at least they finally thought of a different approach." Brock shrugged. "Imitating someone to sneak in is much easier."
He looked down at the corpse in the car and said, "What are you going to do? Find somewhere to dump it?"
"Remember the first Clay corpse? The coroner found metal components inside him. Even if we're dumping it, we need to get those things out first."
"Then we'll definitely have to cut it open. At the very least, we'll need to crack open its skull." Brock took a drag from his cigarette. "I know you can't do this. Leave it to me. I helped some old friends sort out their lives after they got out of prison. They should be willing to lend a hand."
Gordon said nothing, his face grim. His good mood from earlier that morning had clearly been ruined. He waved a hand and said, "I'll go check on Winnie first. That thing scared the hell out of me. She must be terrified. By the way, where are you planning to dump this thing?"
"Don't worry about it. There'll always be somewhere for them to go."
"But don't be late for Schiller's housewarming party. He doesn't like people being late."
Brock gestured for him to relax.
Gordon had arrived near Schiller's house with the main group. He saw Schiller surrounded by people, went over to greet him, then left, intending to smoke a cigarette in the