The Horse Thief of Little Italy
The Horse Thief of Little Italy I was lifting a man's wallet in Grand Central Terminal when the whole damn city started falling apart. The guy was easy prey—suits always are. Navy blue overcoat, leather briefcase full of cash, the works. I slid two fingers under his jacket flap, felt the wallet, and lifted. Clean. No resistance. He was probably thinking about stocks or his mistress or whatever...
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