The madame of the penitent house frowned. “We don’t get many farmers here. What’d he do?”
"Gene-hacking.” The sheriff tossed the convict into the foyer. “Some kind of egg-laying cows.”
She picked him up in her titanium claw and sighed. "Damn scientists never know when to quit.”
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