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forensic report. A minute or two later, Dr Kosner carefully closed the folder, sat upright in his high-back leather chair, clasped his hands together and gazed at his visitor. Sitting in a worn brown leather chair arranged to face Dr Kosner across his large, impeccably organised desk was the investigating officer, Santa Clara Police Detective Steve Clark.  

    At 6'2" and 220 pounds, Clark cut an imposing figure. One of the few African-American detectives in Santa Clara County, his large frame and blunt approach disguised a sharp, analytical mind. Over time Clark had become the main man on difficult cases.

    The leather chair groaned as Clark shifted his weight and fixed his eyes on the doctor.  

    "So, Doctor...." Clark paused for a second, unhurried, calm - as if this sort of carnage happened every day, "...can you tell me how a 13-year old girl, who must weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, could tear apart a fit young woman?"

    Slightly unnerved by Clark's hard stare, Kosner subconsciously flicked the photographs in the forensic report lying on his desk. "It's difficult to say - this really is a very unusual incident. The girl has what appears to be traumatic self-inflicted wounds, significant corneal abrasion, a detached retina and deep tears on her eyelids and the skin around her eyes."

    "So what? She tried to scratch her own eyes out?"

    "All I can tell is that these injuries are very serious and - judging from the location and direction of the wounds and tissue under her nails - appear to be self-inflicted. Obviously, I can't tell you why she would do this to herself. There's no sign of drug or alcohol abuse in the young girl. Your department's report reveals no previous incidents of any kind. On the contrary, it appears she was a smart, gentle model student from a supportive, well-balanced home."

    Clark's expression darkened. He shuffled forward again, his knees now pressed against the polished wooden desk. "Doctor, I don't need you to tell me what it's not. I'm here so can tell me what it is - or at least what it could be? You have to give me something to work with."

    "Believe me, I understand how you feel Detective. I haven't seen an attack of this nature before from a fully grown adult, let alone from a young girl. It's not just the ferocity, it's the form it took. The bites to the face and neck are extremely deep, and it appears the girl chewed the flesh during the attack.  

    The behaviour of the girl during the attack is similar in some ways to a condition know as 'Furious Rabies'. In these cases, the infected animal can not only kill or seriously injure other animals that it comes into contact with, but inflict serious injuries on itself. However, there's no reported incident of this crossing over to humans and, if it had, the blood test would have picked this up. Although I haven't any personal experience, other coroners have reported similar injuries over the past few years. However, in every one of these cases the psychoactive drug Methylenedioxypyrovalerone was present."

    Clark shrugged. "In English please, Doctor."

    The doctor nodded. "Of course, I'm sorry. You might know this drug by one of several street names, such as MDPK, Cloud 9, Peeve, Magic Maddie or Bath Salts."

    Clark pushed back into the worn brown leather chair and let out a frustrated sigh.  

    "Cloud Nine? But the girl came up clean."

    "Yes Detective, I'm aware of that. That's why this is such an unusual incident and why I took the liberty of consulting a colleague of mine about this. Dr Edwards is the Professor of Psychiatry at UCS. Having reviewed the case notes, Dr Edwards feels the girl that attacked Mrs Brennan may have been suffering from an extreme form of paranoid delusion. I'm inclined to agree."

    "So - you're saying she was crazy?"

    Kosner paused, torn between his natural desire for accuracy and the need to get his message through to the detective.  
     
    "I'd say deeply delusional Detective, the girls rage most likely