Somewhere in San Francisco a kid of sixteen was mugging a woman old enough to be his grandmother, a junkie was waving a gun at the clerk in a tiny neighborhood grocery, and a rising young executive who hadn't risen fast enough was quietly making his company several hundred thousand dollars poorer. The mugger and the junkie would end up on the police blotter. The young executive would wind up across a desk from me because CEOs prefer not to admit to the stockholders that they've been taken by their employee.