I Woke Next to the Corpse by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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of blood that had formed, as Dillinger lay in the alley, as keepsakes. Souvenir hunters madly dipped newspapers in the blood that stained the pavement. Handkerchiefs were whipped out and used to mop up the blood.

Dillinger is one of those names that's become an archetype; Depression era American criminal, a gangster, a bank robber. The man who was so clever he could escape police custody by carving a realistic fake gun out of a block of wood and coloring it black with shoe polish.

Dad said that the FBI never got Dillinger. The autopsy photos didn’t even look much like him. They had iced Jimmy Lawrence, a petty criminal from Wisconsin, who bore a close resemblance to Dillinger. Dillinger had accumulated enough cash to last him longer than he could live. The FBI, satisfied that Dillinger

I Woke Next to the Corpse