Detective Roger LeCarre pressed his rugged face against the window of Zizzi’s. Neither of his eyes could believe what they were seeing. It couldn’t be could it? It couldn’t. Or could it? No way. Not a chance. Or was it? No. Or could it? It couldn’t be. Could it? Could it?
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