The patrolman, whose nametag read “HAINES,” told Scudder that he’d committed two infractions: first, he’d been speeding, and, second, he’d been cruising in the left lane. Haines studied Scudder’s license and glanced at the rental agreement on the chairman’s phone. Then he fixed his attention on a gold pin attached to Scudder’s plaid navy blazer: a red-eyed donkey in a fighting stance, wearing boxing gloves. “What does that little pendant on your lapel mean?” he asked.