From the wound, a stream of sangria-colored blood spilled onto the brick path.
This murder ended the life of my good friend Tom Danty.
I have a reputation to seek justice, which I plan to do even if it takes giving up my retirement job as a zoo security guard to find the killer.
That’s when I recognized it. They dressed Dan in a pure white cloth suit covering up a series of tubes, wires, and circuits. He wasn’t my brother! He was just an android made to resemble him. “Why does he look like Dan?” I roared at the colonel. “He was a good as anyone,” Colonel Cox answered. “We needed a face of a person already dead. It didn’t matter who. Your brother popped up.” In fact,…