They gathered at one man's house in October. All 40 of them sensed a kind of electric excitement in the air. It was a big caper, one that demanded meticulous planning.
They examined the map of the floor plan of a suburban Los Angeles supermarket that they had cased earlier. Each member was assigned to a particular spot: two men at the meat counter, one at canned soups, a woman with an infant at the baby-food section. Then they synchronized their watches and headed for the store, took their positions, and waited impatiently for H-hour. At last it came: sweeping...
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