The house on 9th Street
In New York City, on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, the row of handsome brownstones on 9th Street east of Fifth drowsed in the sun, until 12:01 precisely when Number 9 blew up. It was to solve the horrifying, entangled story behind the blast that our old friend Barney Gantt returned after all thes…
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