Become wealthy or perish in the attempt
1915 'So he's in there?' Dan Foley asked the young man. 'Yup, big fella like you said, sitting at the end of the bar. He was talking to the old guy behind the bar, real loud the big one.' The young man replied. Dan took out his wallet, pulled out a 5 and handed it to the young man, 'Thanks kid.' He said. 'Sure thing.' The kid replied, putting the bill in his pocket before walking off into the night. Dan Foley was on the porch of his girlfriends apartment building, which was across the street from the small hole in the wall bar he was watching where a man inside, Bill Murphy, owed him 500 dollars. It was almost 2 in the morning, in the Flats section of Warner, near the bridge with Franklin. The bar in question, called Jim's, was down an alley, and down an additional flight of stairs. There was no other way in or out. According to Foley intelligence, which ...