At some point, it occurred to me that I had been going about things all wrong. I’d been trying to capture Snevets the man, the body. And for years, I’d failed. The only thing that could hold Snevets was a prison of mind. This approach would be tough though. I knew police work, but I had a lot of studying to do to be interesting enough for Snevets to even sniff at me.

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