Short story about a town of frum people but infiltrated by criminals pretending to be frum. They get caught by a frum detective who spots things only a frum person would and he makes those big, revelatory pronouncements to explain how he figured it out:
The drugs are being smuggled inside the fake heads holding the wigs. There is one for each wig yet she isn't home and wouldn't go out with no wig
That's the murder weapon but a frum Jew wouldn't treif his best steak knife by killing someone. Look at the handle - this can't be kashered
See here, no one has ONLY rashi tefillin
That's a single queen mattress!
Is that an Hebrew/English siddur?
Look at his suit jacket. Do you see any holes which show where the shatnez testing was done?
The font on the tallis bag doesn't match the font on the tefillin bag!
The framed and displayed ketubah -- that should be in her r'shus and in a safe deposit box
Look in the freezer - is all the meat beis yoseif glatt?
No one would pronounce "oilum" as "olam"
The weapon was this stilleto heel. She certainly didn't intend to wear these shoes while pushing a double stroller
The shas is a schottenstein.
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