The Fifth Barrel
The truck was supposed to arrive at midnight but the truck did not arrive at midnight and Sal Moretti stood in the loading bay of the warehouse on South Water Street, listening to the freight trains clatter across the Illinois Central bridge three blocks north, and by half past twelve he knew something had gone catastrophically wrong. Sal was thirty-seven years old in 1925, with a face that had...
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