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Jury-rigged

        avoid  tripping  any  alarms  or  breaking  into  an  empty  house  or
        apartment.”
          “You had more than one chance to perceive the inadequacies of
        that strategy.”
          “Sorry again. But each time we got closer to the perpetrator.”
          “We shall see. First I need to reconstruct what actually transpired.”
          As  opposed  to  my  cockeyed  theories,  she  did  not  need  to  add.
        The  Simulians,  a  tightly-knit  family  of  immigrants  from  a  former
        Soviet  republic,  had  found  this  country  to  be  truly  the  land  of
        opportunity for their criminal activities. As ruthless as the old Lansky
        mob  and  as  close-mouthed  as  any  mafia  clan,  this  group  of  six
        brothers and cousins eluded conviction for several years in more than
        one American city. Then they set up shop here and soon developed a
        need  to  eliminate  a  local  business  associate,  Marcus  Downs.  Big
        mistake:  he  was  one  of  Labelle’s  most  valuable  informants.  It  had
        taken months, but her uncompromising methods of investigation and
        interrogation finally enabled the D.A. to put one of them, Sherman
        Simulian, on trial for premeditated murder. And how could a witness
        feel  intimidated  by  these  gangsters  after  a  session  with  Lieutenant
        Gramercy? No comparison.
          At any rate, the trial resulted in a guilty verdict and Sherman would
        be inside for more years than he could expect or desire to live. More
        than enough circumstantial evidence had been produced to nail him,
        proceeding with the distinctive ritual the Simulians performed when
        executing a traitor: the victim was always stabbed twice in the back of
        the skull with an ice pick, the body then laid out on its back, hands
        folded over mouth—left over right, head sticking out of a bedroom
        door;  entry  to  the  prey’s  inner  sanctum  gained  just  before  dawn
        through an unprotected window or door, by means of cutting away a
        screen or removing a pane of glass; and finally, the signature left as a
        warning  to  others:  a  snuffed  kitchen  match  next  to  the  corpse.
        Labelle had rummaged through the files of every city in which the
        Simulians had spent more than a few days as they migrated across
        Europe and the United States. She found three other unsolved cases
        matching the Downs murder in those bizarre details, both here and
        abroad.
          Further  digging  showed  her  that  the  Simulians  had  a  motive  in
        each  case  to  kill  those  particular  people:  reprisal  for  betrayal  or

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