I found myself wondering, what would Snevets say? And this, seventeen years after my last encounter with the old man. I was at a dinner party. The conversation was only half interesting. Maybe that is why Snevets came to mind. He could always turn a half interesting question into something you would miss work to think about. I have to say as much as he vexed me, I missed him.

It shouldn’t be surprising, but most of the criminals we investigate are painfully boring. They wouldn’t even make it as TV level villains. I watch cop movies feeling jealous, knowing that the protagonist, for the two hours the film lasts, lives inside the one interesting case of his career. Win or lose, that means something. I watch, the investigator is scared, frustrated, dogged, but I want to whisper, “You’ve found your Snevets. Enjoy, just a little.” ‘Just a little’ because it is not really a joy at all to investigate your Snevets.

I wonder if Snevets remembers me? Is it the same for criminals? Did Snevets yawn through hordes of incompetent detectives looking for me. I am sad now and it is this thought. If Snevets is alive, I am too old to chase him.

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