Coming soon - the events after the June 11, 1962 escape from Alcatraz
Here's a sample from chapter two:
The guy we picked up sat in the back seat next to my contact while I rode shotgun, heater in hand. He was sopping wet, shaking, and freezing. The driver took us slow and nice back to the Tenderloin. Sopping Wet began undressing and drying himself off with towels from a bag in the back seat. He changed into fresh clothes as best as he could. He was in bad shape, coughing and freezing. I knew this wasn’t a snatch job, I knew we were taking care of this guy. I didn’t know who he was and I didn’t care as long as I got my money.