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FACE TO FACE Somewhere in the crowd was the killer. The detective’s eye rolled over them again and again as he moved slowly down the lighted train platform. Here were groups of kids, old people moving slowly along, tired shop owners returning home, and overdressed business men on their way out to bars. In short, a collection of ordinary people. Any one of them might have been the killer. Fass Enbrook had been on the trail of the man who had slaughtered his client, but the problem was he knew so little of the one who had done it. The only thing that was clear was that this person had gone through a whole series of crimes without being caught, and that this person was a master of disguise. More than once, Enbrook had nearly got him, for the killer could not help gloating. More than once he found someone dead or nearly so, and a member of the seemingly innocent and anonymous crowd had given him the sign before vanishing. This person, whoever he really was, always stared at the