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Frank Cotolo
September 5, 2019 |
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I continue now with another glimpse into my other life, that of an FBI agent who risked his life
many times out in the field.
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After receiving a disguise from the official F.B.I. Makeup & Disguise Department, to be worn
during my first perilous assignment, I slept with it on. The next morning it was ruined, all soggy
and wrinkled, so I tossed it out and decided to go on assignment with my own face and clothing.
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I used the code name the Bureau assigned me - Quicksand - and with only one lead I hit the street
and followed every angle it insinuated. That lead was a place called Little Jimmy's Granulated
Coffee Shop. It was on East West Street, which crossed North South Street, downtown near Bum's
Row, directly aside from Whore's Corner, to the left of The Poorhouse.
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I went inside and asked for Little Jimmy.
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"He ain't here," said a small man with eyeballs like marbles and one ear missing.
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"Where'd he go?" I asked.
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"Who?" said the small man with eyeballs like marbles and one ear missing and a hacking cough.
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