It had been a wet night in Jalan Cendana, the home of the once-feared Suhartos. The light was dim from the street lamps and not a single vehicle passed by. But through the rain the vague smell of incense filtered into the air.

The perfumed smoke came from three points, at the street’s three intersections. One between Jalan Cendana and Jalan Jusuf Adiwinata, near the house of fugitive Tommy Suharto. Another at the intersection of Jalan Cend