A Single Negative
Vito Caruso stood in the warehouse on West Division Street, watching his men unload the trucks from Detroit. It was the first week of October 1925, and the air inside the warehouse was heavy with the smell of Canadian rye whiskey, axle grease, and the peculiar tension that always accompanied the arrival of a shipment worth more than most of these men would earn in ten lifetimes. The operation...
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