In the penitentiary back East, there were four of us slated for parole. And we had plenty more on our minds than just freedom.
We had a plan.
If it worked, it would be the first time a successful heist had ever been pulled in this gambling town - a town where every cop had eyes in the back of his head and a hand on his gun 24 hours a day.
There were a couple of snags - like the fact that we hated one another’s guts, and the fact that a casino girl named Nancy was bugging me to get out and go straight.
But I was locked into the plan, because if something went wrong, a Nevada prison - by reputation no rest cure - was preferable to having the other three guys looking for me as the pigeon who had made it go wrong.
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Hard-Boiled Gangster Blues