Nowhere to run. Noir to hide. Photo courtesy Brian Geldin. “Dude. Have you seen the internet? Seriously, it is BLOWING UP right now. Word is, 9/11 was a conspiracy. Yeah, dude. I know. Inside job. Watch that Spare Coins documentary. Your brain will thank me, dude.” If you’ve ever had this conversation (and you probably have), or if you’ve ever stopped at one of roughly a billion stop signs in America, you’ve probably heard......

This story didn't happen at Union Station. It was about four years too early for that. But at least in reading the story, we can imagine that it happened there, as all good noir stories should. It was 1931, and something fishy was going on. The train from Phoenix had pulled in on time, now all the luggage was gone, except two trunks -- that stank so badly, the porters wished it was fish. It......