Nightmare visions abound. Through the dank fog, visions emerge. We are staring at the intersection of geopolitics, international finance and organized crime. Laundered money being washed across continents and oceans. Conducted by rapacious mobsters of multiple lineages and nationalities, fueled by stupefying greed, self-dealing and monstrous hubris, undeterred by and unfettered by quaint notions of law, honor, integrity or patriotism. Coiled at the rotted core of it all stands the Lying Don, marching to the beat of a foreign drum.
Meanwhile, across town, sifting through the smoke and gazing behind the mirror, The Law Man regards the Jumbo Jig Saw puzzle before him, rolls up crisp sleeves with smart precision, dons the Sam Waterson mask he has been saving for just the proper occasion, flicks the switch on the ceiling fan and resolutely resumes examining and placing the pieces, seeing them ever more clearly in the swiftly thinning haze. HL 7.13.17
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