“‘You’re sure he is in there?’ Gross asked the younger of the officers, who had been in position since about four that afternoon. ‘I am, sir. I followed him from his rounds and he went straight back to the cottage.’ ‘And he did not see you.’ The young officer shook his head. ‘Not a peek, sir.’ It was a chill evening with fog tracing the darkened branches overhead. They were armed, for Gross knew a man like Klapper would not come without a fight. Magistrate Lechner’s words hung heavy on him, for ...he planned to catch Klapper in the act, knowing how difficult it had been to convict the man of his vicious crimes before. ‘It is on your head, then,’ Lechner had said, finally agreeing to the entrapment plan. ‘If this backfires and someone else is killed because of your thirst for notoriety, then it is you that will be served up to the newspaper wolves, not I.’ ‘We will be on his trail from the minute he steps foot outside of his cottage,’ Gross had countered. ‘Nothing will go wrong.’ Though now, as he huddled behind the thicket of brush, he knew only too well how many things could go wrong with the plan.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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