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garments making it rather more difficult to drop such IRA or INLA gift bombs into them. An unattended package left in the open would attract attention faster than one could walk away from it. So Murphy made his way over to a large bookshop. From the entrance he proceeded to a section which sold school exam revision books. He figured that at this time of year they would be the slowes t moving item in the bookshop.
    This section of the bookshop was almost empty, tending to confirm his assumption. Spreading his fingers wide, he pulled three books from a shelf with one hand and inserted the bomb with the shorter time setting at the back of the bookshelf, placing it on its side so that it stood and occupied a minimum of space. He returned the books quickly in front of it and then made his way out of the bookshop and the shopping centre.
    Although there were no garbage bins inside the shopping centre, there were several in the forecourt outside. Under the guise of disposing of an old evening newspaper, he deposited the second bomb in the bin closest to the entrance.
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    Srini Shankar was just coming out of the bank. He was a light-skinned man, and to look at him you couldn ’ t tell that he had been born in Bombay . He worked at the nearby hospital and had slipped out during his lunch break to withdraw some cash. Now he remembered that he also wanted a book on crossword puzzles. He was an avid enthusiast for the famous Times crossword puzzle and enjoyed doing crosswords on the evening train home.
    The front of the bookshop was stacked with the latest bestsellers But he wasn ’ t interested in them. He made his way to a quiet section at the back of he bookshop where that he found the crossword puzzle books, between chess books and high school examination revision books. There was quite a wide selection. He decided to browse.

Chapter 3
    In the dawn light Central Park always looked tranquil. When the muggers and rapists and innocent merry-makers finally went to sleep, the natural tranquillity of this island of trees and grass in an ocean of glass and concrete finally prevailed. Not that all muggers were night owls. Some were early birds who set out to catch the worm – the worm in question being the joggers whom the muggers regarded as easy prey. Most of the joggers were now resigned to the risk and relied on police decoys to keep the threat in check. Guns were outlawed in New York and those who carried mace or pepper spray or electric shockers knew that these were virtually useless, as the muggers were always on their guard against them.
    Justine adop t ed a different approach. She kept a metal paper cutter with a retractable blade up her sleeve and had loosened the elastic stitching there to let it slide out easily when she needed it. To keep the sleeve shut she simply held it with her fingers as she ran, taking advantage of the f act that it was a long sleeve.
    On the one occasion when she had needed it, she had handed over a wad of dollars before letting the knife slip into her hand and using it. Her passive handing over of the money had lulled the mugger into a false sense of security and the gun was no longer aimed at her when she slid the blade into its extended position and lunged at one of the eyes that only a second earlier had lit up at the sight of the money. He had fallen to the ground bleeding and writhing in agony, but still holding the gun. But his grip on the weapon loosened as he the pain continued, and Justine had calmly walked around him, taken the money back and jogged on.
    With her mother ill at the time, the last thing she needed was to be the subject of a cause celebre , even though she was confident that she could win it. Now she had no such qualms and nothing too lose.
    She wondered what story the mugger told the hospital, or the police. Probably, she suspected, that he had been mugged. But then again he still had the gun to explain. A smile came to her lips. It was one of those unfinished