Integrity
Know Thyself
“Go, go, they’re coming”, Frankie says, as he shoves me forward with his right hand, a sack full of jewelery in the other. We run down the stairs, and we can hear a woman’s voice as she opens the front door. Me and Frankie make a B-line for the rear exit, which were sliding glass window doors in the den. We open them and, not bothering to close em, keep running, running through backyards, running till we reach a secluded place ’bout half a mile away.
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Moonlight
Aggravated assault. What a frigging joke. I personally knew two guys that Bobby whacked some years ago. And I was never even close to their circle. But the newspaper wanted someone to interview him, which wasn’t an easy thing to do. The man was as tight lipped as they come. They figured since we were about the same age, and had grown up in the city during the same era, I stood about as good a chance as any of getting him to open up. But no one was really counting on it.
So I arrange a meeting with him at a local hangout in Hell’s Kitchen, Sloppy Joe’s.
