Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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unidentifiable to a camera. I always despised crass rotogravures. I saw it as absolute stupidity to endure the rude impositions of the procession of paparazzi; parasitic plotting recorders, without having gotten a ton of dough for the imposition. Even then, the lurch toward fleeting notoriety was questionably shaky and/or retarded.

I was still keeping an eye on “McConnell’s Pawn Shop,” which at 8PM was the only light still working on shady Milwaukee. In particular, the comings and goings of bag man, David Cohen, were of most interest. At the same time I again sensed that there was some sort of reciprocity going on, as someone, likely from the shadow authority of the FBI, continued to tail me. McConnell’s had been around since the days of Michael Cassius McDonald, the pawn shop’s current name probably a corruption of his.

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