William Bratton strides into evening roll call at the police station in the Rampart section of Los Angeles, and the 50 officers in the room break into applause. The police chief cracks a smile. It is the week before Christmas, murders in Los Angeles are down 22% from the previous year, and the man whose crime-busting tactics cut New York City's homicide rate almost a decade ago, landing him on the cover of this magazine, is once again being hailed as a savior.
Ten seconds later the smile is gone, and Bratton is back on message. "We have a domestic-terrorist problem...
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