And then there's the question of how he died. The bullet wound in his temple and handgun at his side certainly suggest a suicide, but there are also strange traces of yellow powder on his broken Rolex and his forehead, and a plastic mug of health-conscious breakfast drink completely out of place nearby. Not to mention a second set of overly large footprints that did not belong to the dead man. Was this a KGB hit made to look like a suicide? Was the drink poisoned? And what about that yellow powder?
Under pressure from the RCMP, External Affairs, and the Soviet Embassy officials in Ottawa to rule the death a suicide and close the case-so as not to interfere with the upcoming Canada Cup hockey series or damage Canada's already fragile relations with the Soviets-Sergeant Powell has an abundance of suspects, alibis, clues, and contradictions (not to mention problematically worsening heartburn). The only thing there's a shortage of is answers.
And then there's the question of how he died. The bullet wound in his temple and handgun at his side certainly suggest a suicide, but there are also strange traces of yellow powder on his broken Rolex and his forehead, and a plastic mug of health-conscious breakfast drink completely out of place nearby. Not to mention a second set of overly large footprints that did not belong to the dead man. Was this a KGB hit made to look like a suicide? Was the drink poisoned? And what about that yellow powder?
Under pressure from the RCMP, External Affairs, and the Soviet Embassy officials in Ottawa to rule the death a suicide and close the case-so as not to interfere with the upcoming Canada Cup hockey series or damage Canada's already fragile relations with the Soviets-Sergeant Powell has an abundance of suspects, alibis, clues, and contradictions (not to mention problematically worsening heartburn). The only thing there's a shortage of is answers.
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