In 1992, when I was living in Zurich, my purse was snatched by a man on a bicycle. At first stunned, I quickly recovered and outraged at his audacily, I marched off to the local police station to file a report. Once the report was filed, I was required to look at mugshots—hundreds of them. I chose five that looked like my young purse snatcher, all of whom, in the end, had alibis.
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