The apartment was on the ninth floor. I stood by the big windows and looked out over the bay. It was sparkling and clear in the morning sunshine, and i could see a boat going out to Alcatraz. They've got a view over there too, i thought, but they don't like it. A whole rock covered with tough guys and wisenheimers who knew more than the cops. And just beyond, out of sight up the bay, was San Quentin, where the state of California kept it's smart characters who could never be caught.
Nothing in Her way
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