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6Jamie Morell looked from the slide under her microscope to her computer screen to the pages of scrawled notes that covered the remaining spaces of her workbench. And frowned. She hadn’t seen such convincing evidence of irregular blood type since … well, since ever. Others had reported the anomaly and named it, but this was the only time she’d come across it herself. ‘T’ type blood was virtually unknown across the majority of the world’s medical practitioners and biological scientists, and pretty much laughed off as someone’s idea of a joke. If she hadn’t seen the anomaly for herself and started asking questions, the mystery would have remained unknown. And if the blood hadn’t come from a brutally murdered woman then even those initial questions would have been unasked. Jamie jotted down