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journalists that have gradually gathered around the opposite side of the wheel.

Then he turns his back on the woman again and resumes his conversation with
Sanders.

"Do you have any ideas about who would plan such a thing?" He says in a muted

voice to Sanders. The two men have known each other in what feels like a
lifetime. Sanders is the complete opposite. He is tall, agile, a non-smoker and

sportsman. Sanders plays on Brighton's Old Boys football team and swims twice

a week. Vince isn’t bothered with such activities; a matter-of-fact he isn’t
bothered with anything, according to his wife. He walks the family's fat dog every

night, and that’s about it. Once in a while, his son Peter tries to persuade him to
go hunting, but it’s not very often. Peter became a father two years ago and

spends a lot of time with his new family.

"I'm getting sufficient exercise on the job," is the chief's standard phrase when
the wife tells him that he's too fat, and they once again, have to give a pair of his

new trousers to the Salvation Army because he can't fit them.

"What about witnesses, Sanders? There must be someone who have seen
something." He continues.

Finally, Sanders looks up from the notebook and directly in the eyes of his old
friend.

“There are two options as I see it. Either we face one or maybe a group of

criminals, who are very organized.
“Or?” the chief adds

“Or we face what I would call a bunch of fortune hunters."

"Fortune hunters," the chief repeats to himself, knocking lightly on his lower lip
with his pipe. "Can you specify that?"

"Yes, I can. By fortune hunters I mean someone who’ve got a good idea to make

some cash. They are willing to take a chance and cut off the power. We could call
it boyish pranks”

"It was like...”

The chief of police doesn’t complete the sentence; instead he shakes his head
and walks over to Winston Travis. Winston is one of the forensics on the scene,

which collects up and measures the tracks.
"Travis," the chief utters brusquely.