One by one, the gloved mechanical fingers wrap around the knife’s handle, knuckles curling in and around on themselves like a mid-day Morning Glory. The cybernetic eye hovering and humming above her other hand’s open palm emits a small green laser of light across the blade’s surface, scanning for any fingerprints or the residue of fluids wiped clean.

She rises to her feet and addresses the hotel’s manager: “It appears this was no mere theft, sir; this was a murder.”