The Liquidator of the Jazz Age

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2026-06-04 16:40:02 -

The night I killed three people, New York was drowning in jazz. You could hear it from my apartment in Harlem—the brass sections spilling out of basement clubs on 125th Street, the piano players hammering out ragtime rhythms that sounded like money falling down a staircase. It was 1924, and the city had gone completely mad with prosperity and prohibition and the desperate, clawing belief that...

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