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Greg Vargo

10 August 2012

Three officers drove me in a squad car to the Tombs. After learning that I was a fellow New York City employee, they became oddly jocular as they racked up overtime on my behalf. Waiting for an elevator to take us inside, I watched as they emptied the bullets from their guns. “Don’t worry,” Officer Best deadpanned. “This isn’t the execution wall. That comes later.” More…