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in all, ignored the rest of them.
    â€œI’ve got to go home, Captain,” Dubrosky said. “I’ve got gas, I need a shower or my wife won’t even kiss me, and my kids have forgotten what I look like.”
    â€œWe’re all bushed, Buck. Just be patient. Let’s see what Agent Savich’s got.”
    Lacey realized then that Savich was just putting on a little show for them. He had the pages he wanted to show them in his briefcase. But he was going to call up neat-looking stuff on the screen and make them all look at it before he gave them any hard copy. In the next minute, Savich turned the computer around and said, “Take a look at this, Detectives, Captain Brady.”

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    T HE THREE men crowded around the small laptop. It was Detective Dubrosky who said suddenly, “Nah, I don’t believe this. It doesn’t make any sense.”
    â€œYes, it does.” Savich handed out a piece of paper to each of them. Sherlock didn’t even glance at the paper. She knew what was on it. In that moment, Savich looked over at her. He grinned. He didn’t know how she knew, but he knew that she’d figured it out.
    â€œYou tell them, Sherlock.”
    They were all staring at her now. He’d put her on the spot. But he’d seen the knowledge in her eyes. How, she didn’t know. He was giving her a chance to shine.
    Lacey cleared her throat. “The FBI Profilers were right. It’s a local neighborhood guy who hated the Lansky family. He killed the families in Des Moines and St. Louis because he wanted to practice before he killed the people he hated. He wanted to get it perfect when it most mattered to him. So, the families in Des Moines and St. Louis were random choices. He undoubtedly drove around until he found the family that met his requirements. Then he killed them.”
    Captain Brady whistled. “My God, you think the profile is correct, but it was meant only for the Lanskys?”
    â€œThat’s right,” Savich said. “The other two families were his dress rehearsal.” He turned to Dubrosky and Mason. “I wanted you to be completely certain that there was no stranger around the Lansky household before the killings. Are you both certain?”
    â€œYes,” Mason said. “As certain as we can be.”
    â€œThen we go to the Lansky neighborhood and pick up the guy who will fit the profile. He screwed up and now we’ll nail him. The computer hit on three possibles, all within walking distance of the Lanskys’ house. My money’s on Russell Bent. He fits the profile better than the others. Given how well the profile fits this guy and given no strangers, the chances are really good that this wasn’t just another dress rehearsal. Also, Russell Bent lives with his sister and her husband. She is exactly two years older than he is.”
    â€œI don’t understand, Agent Savich,” Captain Brady said, sitting forward. “What do you mean she’s two years older?”
    â€œThe boy and girl in all three families,” Lacey said. “The girl was twelve and the boy was ten.”
    â€œJesus,” Captain Brady said.
    â€œWhy didn’t you just tell us?” Dubrosky was mad. He felt that Savich had made him look like a fool.
    â€œAs I said,” Savich said as he rose from his chair, “I wanted you to be certain that no stranger had been near the Lansky home. It was always possible that the guy was having a third dress rehearsal. But he wasn’t. This time it was the real thing for him. I wasn’t really holding out on you. I just got everything in the computer this morning, once Captain Brady had sent me all your reports. Without the reports I wouldn’t have gotten a thing. You would have come back to this. It’s just that I always believed the profile and I had the computer.”
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    Russell Bent lived six houses away from the Lanskys’ with his sister and her husband and