They frisked him, took his leather jacket, wallet, watch and wedding band, then handcuffed him and steered him out of the apartment, down the stairs, past Harold, who was standing in his doorway talking to a police officer, into the cold night air wearing only a shirt and jeans and then into the back of a police car.
They made it seem like he deserved to feel cold.
Before they drove away, he watched three other cars arrive and six men in suits enter his house.
From the backseat, the policemen sitting up front looked like identical twins. Each had short black hair, broad shoulders, a wide neck, and square face, though his perception may have had more to do with his habit of perceiving their entire population as single entity, engineered without compassion, than with any physical similari
