Chapter Six: Keep the Purse Small

Lawrence and I drive up there, with $30,000 in a Gap backpack. It quickly becomes clear that whatever Jerome had going on in D.C., he’s not at the same level here. He’s got a few customers at the theater, but beyond that, he’s taking it easy.

He doesn’t have an easy way to get us what we need. We jump in his car – a big loud Detroit muscle car, a Charger…

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