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“You know about Leopold and Loeb?” Joe asked, sitting back as the waiter put strawberry pancakes in front of his Benedict to me and to Conklin

“I’ve heard their names,” Conklin said

“Well, in 1924,” Joe said, “two sed and sociopathic decided to kill soet aith it”

Joe had our attention

“Leopold had an IQ that went off the charts at around 200,” Joe said, “and Loeb’s IQ was at least 160 They picked out a schoolboy at random and murdered him But with all their brilliance they made some dumb mistakes”

“So you’re thinking our guys could have a siet aith it?”

“Has the same kind of feel”

“Criuys,” Conklin said “They pick up their cigarette butts and shell casingsOur guys have been pretty careful The clues we’re finding are the ones they’re leaving on purpose”

Right about then, I stopped listening and just watched body language Joe, directing everything to Conklin, co deferential I was so attached to them both, I turned my head from one to another as if I were courtside at Wimbledon

Blue eyes Brown eyes My lover My partner

I pushed s to the side of my plate

For probably the first ti to say

Chapter 91

YUKI SAT AT the prosecution table between Nicky Gaines and Len Parisi, waiting for court to convene It was Friday The jurors had deliberated for three days, and word had coht that they’d arrived at their verdict Yuki wondered if the jurors had rushed their decision so they could have a weekend free of responsibility and tension And if so, would that be good or bad for the People?

She felt overcaffeinated because she was She’d been swigging coffee since six this ht before