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“Who is the sick bastard killing these people? I want you to find out and get to him before the police do. If the police find him, this story stays in the papers for the next two years while he goes to trial and every bloody politician and friend of the poor will be wringing their hands over the plight of the homeless. I don’t want the homeless in the newspapers for the next two years. We need to shut him down.”-- from The Dead of Winter, by Peter Kirby
