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Toronto 1961
Two officers escorted Milevsky back to his holding cell while we awaited the arrival of his lawyer.
“Realistically, what can we get him on?” Callaway asked me.
“Right now? His illegal residency status and the weapons charge. With Mendel and Abrams both dead, the diamond scam is going to be a bit tougher to prove.”
“I have an idea.” Callaway and I turned to look at Birdie.
“So, give,” Callaway said.
“Has the fire marshal’s office cleared Mendel’s house yet?”
Callaway nodded. “Just this morning. Definitely arson. Why?”
Birdie grinned. “Remember Mendel had a safe we never got around to opening? Maybe the safe was fireproof? We should take a look and see what’s inside. Mendel might have kept some documentation at home out of sight of prying eyes.”
“Good,” Callaway sai
