Victor Reuther decided to skip a special union conference in downtown Detroit and spend a quiet evening at home. The kids were sent up to bed as usual after dinner. A couple of friends dropped in to chat a while. After they left, Vic Reuther, a top policy strategist in the mighty C.I.O. United Auto Workers, picked up a morning paper and sat down in a straight-backed wooden chair to read. His wife Sophie lounged comfortably on a sofa a few feet away.
Suddenly a shotgun muzzle was thrust through the front living room window; the crash of falling glass was drowned...
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