Bayonne sat near the front door at a table next to a window with a good view of the parking lot and street, and every thirty minutes or so the lights of a plow passed on Hill Avenue. More than eight inches of snow had fallen outside. The sidewalk had disappeared long ago, and a …
Harrington entered the VFW first and paused in the doorway for a moment as he registered that there were only eight men at the bar. Shaw pushed his way in next to Harrington, shrugged, and said, “Could be worse.” Harrington spoke low, but Bayonne could still hear him. “No, it couldn’t.” Harrington walked to the …
5:18PM, October 28th, 1970 Captain Garcia spoke while standing, head down, his fingers flipping through the forms and reports littered across his desk. “We’ve got a man running for office who needs an escort. He’s doing a talk at the VFW off Hill Avenue down in St. Patrick’s. You two pick him up in the …
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