The Fitzgerald Signal
They told me the raid was a victory before the smoke had cleared from the opium den's back room. By dawn, I was the face of federal authority on every newspaper in Manhattan. The National Miscellany ran a full-page photograph of me standing over the body of a dead woman, my face set in that expression people mistake for coldness when it is actually just the particular shade of exhaustion you...
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