A yellow tape seals off the entrance. Police Line, Do not Cross. A police siren bellows. A man in a black trench coat rushes up a flight of stairs. An apartment door is open. It's a crime scene. Flash bulbs light up as a photographer bends down to shoot something under a table. Assistants scoop up glass shards into plastic and label them.
Forensics is sweeping the room for prints. They dust powder and brush it softly and they find the print. Right here on the switchboard, on the third one from the left. The only place he’d forgotten to wipe clean, the last place he touched before filling up a black pouch with diamonds.
On the switchboard
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