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What is this about? The Cleaner It was so cake. Print up a few flyers at the local library with a bogus name and number and then pick a neighborhood — preferably within walking distance of a Vons or a Ralphs — and go door to door up and down a few blocks like a …

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What is this about? Charge He took another quick breath and listened. Nothing stirred outside, but suddenly lights that were on inside were being shut off, and searchlights positioned on the corners of the house hummed to blinding life and began sweeping in wide arcs that blanketed the front lawn in light. Lloyd took out …

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What is this about? Breach Three guards were visible on the front and east sides of the mansion. Probably more in the back and west side. Maybe someone on the roof. The whir of a panning surveillance camera at the top of the poll Lloyd squatted beside told him all he really needed to know: …

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What is this about? Throwing Bones At 2:30 a.m. on a drizzly December Saturday, a smart person might not have walked past Jackson Square on Chartres across Dumaine and St. Philip and the rest to make a right turn onto Barracks Street. Check that. A smart person might not have gone past Jackson Square. It’s …

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What is this about? Mt. Lee It wasn’t like the good old days. Back then you could drive up Beechwood Canyon to Ledgewood up to Deronda and from there it was a short winding walk along a dirt portion of Mulholland Highway that brought you around a bend and there you were at the base …

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What is this about? The Doublecross The 747 lumbered across the sky as dozens do every day. As it descended towards the airport it passed behind the office tower next door and only its tail was visible above the roof line reminding Patrik of a shark’s dorsal fin. A moment later the whole bird came …

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What is this about? The Deck Of course, the bottle of Merlot he’d nearly emptied wasn’t making it too hard to unwind. But it was an unwinding that was long overdue. Blinking himself out of his tipsy daze and turning his head south, Harlan stared at the tops of downtown’s tallest skyscrapers, backlit in the …