The Faithful Guard
The Faithful Guard Harlem in 1925 smelled like jazz and money and lies. All three were everywhere — jazz from the clubs on 125th Street where the trumpets never stopped playing, money from the bootleggers who moved it through alleyways like blood through veins, and lies from the city hall politicians who swore up and down that prohibition was making America better. Julian Cross stood on the...
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