![]() ![]() He was caught somewhere between the mob and the government, and the only way out involved a red-haired dame he was pretty sure he couldn't trust. The kind of people with guns, and ways to make a fella disappear. The year was 1942, there was a war on, and Adam was having a lot of trouble avoiding the attention of some important people. Call it gut instinct if you want, but I’m alive today because I know what bad news looks like as soon as I see it. The redhead was either going to get him killed, or she was going to get me killed. ![]() That wasn’t his name, but Al turned out to be kind of important, and this story is kind of embarrassing for him, so even though he’s not around any more let’s stick with Al. The girl’s name was Lucy and she was there to see a buddy of mine, who we’ll call Al. ![]() ![]() Men I’d been serving drinks to for years, who smiled so little if you told me they had no teeth I would’ve believed it, lit up like a kid meeting the world’s cutest bunny. This one was very much alive, and once she walked in she was also the life of the room. She was dead, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t holding my breath for a second or two every time I saw another girl with red hair. I knew she was bad news the minute she walked into the bar. ![]()
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