The Half-Note and the Wrong Crate
The crate arrived at the Cicero warehouse on a Tuesday afternoon in August, when the heat sat on Chicago like a fat man on a piano stool and even the rats in the alley had stopped moving. Mickey Gallagher was in the back office, running scales on a battered upright that had been out of tune since the Harding administration, when his brother Tommy came through the door with a look on his face...
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