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        earlier and had been out like a light all night. Why did he have trouble
        sleeping?”
          “He told us he had been keeping odd hours the previous few days
        owing to the World Cup soccer games broadcast from the  Eastern
        Hemisphere  via  satellite,  and  that  taking  a  strong  dose  of  Lethion
        usually reset his internal clock following such occasions.”
          Labelle frowned. “I did not think he was an avid sports fan.”
          “He’s  not.  The  phone  tap  indicates  he  was  probably  running  a
        sports book from his living room. Most of the conversations before
        and after the matches were in code. We haven’t broken it yet, and no
        money was directly involved. The banker must be a third party, or
        one of his callers.”
          “I will study the calls—they are recorded and identified by time,
        date and phone number?”
          “Yes.”  I  knew  she  fancied  herself  a  cryptographer;  perhaps  that
        would keep her occupied while I was preparing my speech for the
        press conference with the chief and the mayor.
          “And the urine sample was positive for the drug, and consistent
        with the dosage and time administered?”
          “Right again. The man watching his residence saw the lights go out
        around midnight and detected no movement around the perimeter,
        straight through the wee small hours until I roused him.”
          “The plainclothesman was not relieved during that time?”
          I enforced patience on my facial muscles and vocal cords. “We did
        not have enough coverage then to afford the luxury of putting more
        than one man on surveillance of a suspect who spent most of his free
        time in his living room in front of the television.”
          She  went  on  to  the  next  Simulian  after  almost  sowing  seeds  of
        doubt in my mind about the reliability of anyone of lesser endurance
        than  herself.  Anyway,  Pershing  could  not  have  shrugged  off  that
        much soporific.
          “Rommel Simulian didn’t need to be watched that night: he was in
        jail. Did you have any clue that a patrol officer stopping his car for a
        missing rear license plate light would haul him in for ignoring about a
        dozen parking tickets over the past three months?”
          “Not  at  that  particularly  opportune  moment  for  him.  Most  of
        those  violations  occurred  outside  the  courthouse  during  Sherman’s
        trial. We didn’t want to distract the press by calling attention to such

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