Page 8 - A Bank Robbery
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The phone rang.
On August 22nd the weather was
milder than usual. The sky was blue
and the air smelled clean and fresh for a change.
It was a Tuesday, and I was in Greenwich Village counting cases of candy—Mary Janes, Sugar Daddys, Atomic Fireballs, Kits, Squirrel Nut Zippers, and the like.
That afternoon, I received a phone call that caused the G-men to tap my line for a few weeks.
The call was from one of my employees, a young man who was late for his shift.
