CHAPTER SIX
South Side division used to be a warehouse back in the early Thirties. Rumored to have been one of the biggest storehouses – and distilleries – for Al Capone’s bootleg operations west of Chicago.
For some reason, the building’s history seems to fit. I can show you, down in the ground-floor parking bay, gouges carved out of the heavy red brick where bullets ricocheted off during some heated exchange of gunfire. And I have friends who tell me they used to know people who worked out of there, back in Prohibition, and drove trucks out of there filled with hooch.
Today it is a precinct house. The ground floor is the parking garage while the upper two floors are occupied by cops. There is no elevator. Just rickety stairs with grooves in the hard wood steps where feet have worn the
