The Wrong Record at Midnight
The night everything began to fall apart, Dominic Falcone was in the back room of the Green Canary on Wabash Avenue, counting the week's take with the careful attention of a man who had learned arithmetic in a Cicero pool hall. The money was good — better than good, really. Prohibition had been the greatest business opportunity in American history, and Dominic had seized it with both hands. His...
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