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- You're talking about the bullets, right? - Yeah.
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Aren't you gonna ask about the heads?
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- Who the hell are you? - That's Castle.
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He's a writer, and he consults with the 12th.
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It's weird. You can tell they aren't fresh.
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You can smell it-- formaldehyde with a soupcon of decay.
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Judging from the dirt in the hair,
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I'd say our victim dug the bodies up
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and then cut the heads off.
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No kidding, Sherlock.
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I already got UNIS checking out the local cemeteries,
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not that it's any of your business.