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precinct.
    â€œGive me a break,” O’Ryan said, pausing at the door.
    â€œCSI got prints and hair follicles from the first two crime scenes. I’ll just collect some samples and run them. Make sure he wasn’t there.”
    â€œYou should clear it with command first.”
    â€œHow do you know I haven’t already?” I was tired of his authority crap.
    He walked away without another word, so I went inside. There I vouchered the key to the hotel room, and the desk sergeant had me fill out an overtime form. Then I changed and headed to the last yoga class of the day.
    I had first taken yoga in college and immediately got hooked. Though the practice was thousands of years old, and had been developed by holy men who could never have imagined my crazed existence on the other side of the world, it was perfectly designed to help with the stresses of modern life.
    The studio I frequented now was a cozy little hole-in-the-wall place directly across the street from my house, which specialized in an ancient variety of yoga called Kundalini. I had chosen it because of its convenience, but I was a little skeptical about it at first. The guy who ran the place was more like a mystic—a strange, hairy, barefoot creature who looked like he’d escaped from the pages of a Maurice Sendak book. The first time I stepped into his tiny studio, I asked him what Kundalini meant.
    â€œThere is an immense reservoir of energy that lies dormant inside each of us,” he said intensely. “Most people die without ever even knowing about it. We teach you techniques—exercise, breathing,mantras—to unleash and direct that untapped power.”
    â€œWhat kind of power?”
    â€œThe Kundalini is a snake of psychic energy that is coiled at the base of your spine, in your Abadabado . When awakened it soars up your body and into your crown chakra.”
    â€œSo you become like a superman?”
    â€œIt’s psychic power.”
    â€œWhat do you mean by psychic?” To me the word evoked fortune tellers and con men.
    â€œI can introduce you to people who will gladly testify that after following our practice they’ve developed enhanced powers in everything from clairvoyance to telekinesis.”
    â€œBut if I do your yoga, will I work up a good sweat?”
    â€œAbsolutely. And our first class is free.”
    â€œAs long as it keeps me fit,” I thought. And after the first, strenuous class, I got a discount for ten more sessions.
    To the usual yoga poses and moves my new teacher added a whole regimen of stomach rolls, breathing moves, and strange sways that were intended to awaken my sleeping serpent. During the class, he also gave lengthy instructions on how to direct my consciousness. Since he frequently spoke in broken Sanskrit, I never knew exactly what he was talking about, but as long as I was staying fit I didn’t mind.
    The guy had some crazy-ass name I could never hope to pronounce, though it sounded like Oogabooga . Under a lot of long, twisted hair, he was actually a handsome guy in his late thirties who, I discovered, had one day given up his law practice and his family and devoted himself entirely to eating wilted celery stalks and teaching yoga. Since he truly seemed to have renounced all worldly belongings for the sake of inner peace, I simply thought of him as the Renunciate.
    Over the following months, as others joined and left his classes, the Renunciate started focusing on me.
    â€œI feel it,” he finally said to me one day.
    â€œFeel what?”
    â€œYour cynicism, radiating like heat. If you chose to leave it at home just once and give us a chance, the Kundalini will be there waiting for you.”
    â€œThanks, but I really just need the workout.”
    â€œKundalini is arguably an evolutionary step for peoplekind. Using mental focus you can gradually learn to unleash the limitless powers of your chakras.”
    I asked him if he could explain