Untitled Crime Story

February, 2011

Untitled Crime StoryHe got lucky: He got the money and got away with his life. Now what?woke up thatI.— morning with my forehead jammed ' against the end of the mattress, which - itself was but­tressed up against a wall. The pressure seemed to go through the bone right into my brain. The digital clock on the floor next to me read 9:13 a.m. and too-bright sunlight was slamming down through curtainless win­dows that looked out over once industrial, soon to be gentrified Brooklyn. The pressure didn...