Several small, square objects—about the size of the sim-sense chips she had offered me earlier—had obviously lain there. They’d cast a series of "shadows" in the form of blood-free squares. And now those objects were gone. And recently, too. The drying blood had peeled back as the chip cases had been lifted from the floor, indicating that they’d been removed an hour or two after the flayed corpses had been placed in the car and had leaked the last of their blood.