I thought nothing could scare me and then I went to Crow House.

I was doing another stint in jail when I first heard about the house.

My cellmate told me all about how he wanted to break into it as soon as he got out. That might

sound a little weird but Tommy said he had his reasons and I didn't care enough to pry.

In hindsight, I should have cared a lot more.

At lights out, Tommy told me so many strange stories about old man Crother and the house he had built by hand.

But I only half listened as I focused more on getting to sleep.

I used to make Tommy so mad by having a good night sleep. He'd say something like,

man that story about the moving shadows didn't scare you.

Nope, it did not. None of them did.

Mainly because I knew they were just stories kids told to other kids.

Nothing like that was going to be as scary as my first person atch or the drug deal I negotiated with the triads, or the dozen

of the times I faced a barrel of a gun.

But that fearless attitude tripped me up so bad after I got out of jail myself. Tommy showed up one day

with another dude who was roughly twice my size. Yet Tommy introduced me as the man

with no fear.

So, of course, I couldn't back down from what I thought was a

heist of the Crow House.

Tommy wasn't leaving anything to chance.

He sent me to City Hall. I was going to get the blueprints Crother had to have submitted when he got his permit to build all those years ago.

I zoned out while I drove. Must have, because I remember driving and then I was

there. The receptionist told me that the permits and building department was just two

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