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Toronto 1961
Birdie and I sat in Callaway’s office going through the Mendel Black witness statements. I hadn’t paid much attention to them at the time since it was routine to have some of the beat cops go door to door asking questions. Given that I liked Avrom for the homicide, I’d overlooked the basics. Shame on me. I’d been away from the force too long and even when I was a cop, I didn’t often follow procedure and on a few occasions, it came back to bite me. Sometimes, though, procedures were put there for a reason. I’d gone through about half a dozen when I found something.
“Listen to this…”
Birdie stopped reading the report in front of him.
“Two doors down and across from Mendel Black’s house, a Mrs. Molly Fenigstein says she didn’t see anything unusual between the hours of 5-6
