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            “Right. Luckily, one thing that nurture can’t affect is fingerprints.
        We’ll  know  tonight  if  any  of  the  quints  were  in  that  kitchen
        barehanded.”
            “But don’t they have identical prints?”
            “Close,  but  not  identical.  The  whorls  and  loops  are  formed
        ontogenetically, it seems.”
            “Uh,  yeah.”  I  put  the  word,  or  its  approximation,  into  my
        notebook  for later research. Was there  any limit to the number  of
        ways she had of intimidating a guy? Probably not. Time to change the
        subject. “Then what was Quarles’ crime?”
            Labelle  was  peering  into  the  Honda’s  passenger  compartment,
        careful not to touch anything. “Oh, he didn’t want to get his hands
        dirty,  unlike  brother  Quantrill.  He  came  up  with  an  assassination
        scheme  worthy  of  Murder,  Inc.,  but  he  wasn’t  going  to  pull  the
        trigger. And that was his undoing: he advertised in a guns-and-ammo
        magazine for a skilled marksman willing to accompany the advertiser
        on hunting trips. The Feds review those things, answered the ad, and
        uncovered  the  plot.  Nobody  was  harmed,  and  the  corporation
        Quarles  claimed  had  expressed  interest  in  his  services  denied
        everything. So he took the rap, which was a racketeering charge the
        judge had trouble taking seriously. This Carbone also received little
        more than a slap on the hand.”
            “What was the gimmick?”
            “At one point, in order to motivate their sons to apply themselves
        to getting an education, their parents gave them a lot of information
        about  the  benefits  conferred  by  large  corporations  on  their
        employees, particularly retirees. The implication being, of course, that
        one could wind up destitute in old age if one did not make the effort
        to secure a good job when young. Quarles took this moral lesson and
        turned it on its head. He figured out how much corporations have to
        pay out in benefits to the average retiree, and it is a considerable sum.
        When an employee dies soon after leaving employment, the company
        saves tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars. On the other hand, if
        a retired person is particularly healthy, he or she might live another
        twenty-five or thirty years, costing the company much more than the
        average.”
            “Oh,  no.  And  he  found  a  company  willing  to  bump  off  its
        retirees?”

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