I picked up the mug shot and looked at it. It showed a blonde woman of around twenty-four or twenty-five who stared at me from the photograph with hard, vicious eyes.
I felt an explosive shock run through me. If this woman hadn’t been blonde, I would have sworn she was Nancy Hamel.
With unsteady fingers, I picked up a felt pen and inked the hair black. Again I stared at the mug shot. I had no doubt now.
This woman, wanted on two murder charges and married to
one of the most dangerous Italian terrorists was Nancy Hamel!
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