53
Toronto 1961
The c***k of dawn found me and Birdie at the door of Avrom’s house. In my hand I had a warrant. With us stood four police officers in uniform. I sent two around the back because you never knew what might happen. Suspects have slipped out before and would do so again,
I looked around. “Everybody ready?” Silent nods. “Okay.”
I lifted the brass knocker and hammered it on the door half a dozen times, waited a few seconds, then did it again. Not much activity on the street although some of the black-hatted men scurried by on their way to morning services. I figured Avrom would be up.
Just as I was about to hammer the knocker again, the door crashed open. Avrom, in shirtsleeves appeared on the threshold. No jacket, just the white shirt and fringes flapping. He looked around,
