Family Secrets-Chapter FourA Chapter by Gary
As Bo drove across
the plains of Kansas, he pulled off the main road and went to a small town with
a single four-way stop in the center of town.
Once there, he headed for the home of retired Federal Agent Howard Long. Bo got out of his car, straightened his tie
and approached an elderly couple sitting on the front porch. “Are you Mr. Howard
Long? My name is Beauregard
Swanson. I believe we spoke on the phone
yesterday.” Howard patted his
wife’s hand with a smile. “Betty Jo,
could you give us a moment please.” Bo watched the
woman enter the house before he removed his notebook from his jacket. “So, Mr. Long, my sources tell me that you
have reason to believe the notorious bank robber John Dillinger did not die in
July of 1934,” The smile left
Howard’s face. “I know for a fact that he didn’t. Melvin Purvis had suspicions that they had
killed the wrong man that night in Chicago.
So, he took his concerns to J. Edger Hoover. Hoover feared, if that were true, it would
bring a black eye to the newly formed F.B.I.
So, Purvis was told to keep quiet.
After a heated discussion, Melvin was given one year to prove his
theory. Purvis assigned a Federal Agent
to follow each one of Dillinger’s former gang members in hopes that he might
contact one of them. I was assigned to
follow one of those former associates.
After eight long months of surveillance, I saw Dillinger with my own
eyes visiting his old friend.” “So, if you saw
him, why didn’t you just arrest Dillinger on the spot?” “I was given strict
orders not to arrest Dillinger. I was
just to follow his gang member and report back to Hoover if I saw him. But Hoover was never going to let the news
that Dillinger was still alive out. No
matter how much proof he had. That would have been a public relations
nightmare.” “Do you know the
nature of Mr. Dillinger’s visit to his former gang member?” “According to an
informant I had, Dillinger was getting into organized crime and was offering
every gang member a job in his new crime family.” “What did Mr.
Dillinger do after he visited his former gang member?” “We followed his
tracks out to California. Then, he just
disappeared. Of course, Hoover closed
the case, and I was given another assignment.
But my gut says Dillinger is still in California running a crime
family.” . . . . . . . . . .
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very bored just driving, but he still enjoyed seeing different parts of the country. His favorite parts, by far, was driving
through the majestic Rocky Mountains of Colorado and seeing the flashing neon
lights of the Strip in Las Vegas. Exhausted, Bill
finally arrived at his Uncle Harry’s furniture factory in California. Harry led Bill to his plush office and closed
the door. He took a long drag off of a
non-filtered cigarette and sat down behind his oak desk. “Tom told me you were coming. I bet you’ve a
lot of questions for me.” “How in the world
did you become a member of Dillinger’s gang”? Bill asked, sitting on the edge
of his chair. “When we were just
kids, John and I started a gang. We
called ourselves “The Dirty Dozen”. We
used to roam the neighborhood causing mischief. Nothing serious though…I mean the worst
thing we did was steal some coal from railroad freight cars. Then, in 1924 John was arrested for
robbery. When he was in prison, he
listened and learned from the other inmates on how to rob a bank. In ’33, after his dad got a petition to get
him out, he came back to Indiana. He
tried to stay straight. But with no job,
he decided to put what he learned in prison to use. He showed up at my house late one night and
promised to make me rich. It was the
Depression…my family and I was starving while I was trying to make a living
making furniture, so I changed my name and became John’s lookout.” “I’m not sure how
to ask this Uncle Harry…but… did you ever shoot anybody?” “I did what I had
to do to survive,” Harry said with no emotion. “You have to tell
me, what was it like riding with John Dillinger?” “In the beginning
it was the biggest thrill of my life. We
would walk into a bank, take the money, and be out of there before the people
even knew what had happened. We even
robbed a few police stations for tommy guns and ammo. But, after a while, the thrill kind of wore
off. Don’t get me wrong, we all had more
money than we had ever had in our entire lives.
But we couldn’t enjoy it. We were
traveling at night, so no one recognized us, and we slept in our cars during
the day. We were miserable. Then one day John said he had a plan. He wouldn’t say what it was, but I could tell
by the look in his eyes it was big. Shortly
after that I heard on the radio that John was dead. Of course, Hoover was going on and on in the
newsreels about how he got Dillinger.
But deep down I doubted it.” “So, how did he do
it? How did he fake his own death?” “There was a small-time hood, who looked a lot
like John. John reached out to him and
said he would show him how to make it in the big time. Knowing that the G-men were watching him, in
July of ’34, John started making a lot of very public appearances. First, he spent The Fourth of July at his
parent’s house back in Indiana. Then
four days later he went to a Cubs game at Wrigley Field. On July 21st. He paid a woman named Ana Sage to tell the
G-men he was going to see a movie. When
John’s girlfriend, Poly Hamilton, came out of the Biograph Theater on the arm
of John’s look alike, Melvin Purvis saw his opportunity to take out the most
wanted man in America.” “Why did John come
see Grandpa eight months later?” “After John
attended his own funeral in Indianapolis, he went back to Chicago and stayed
with a guy he knew from prison. This guy
stopped doing robberies and became the muscle for an outfit in Chicago. Just like when he was in prison, John
listened and learned how rackets operated.
John told me these guys were making over a million dollars a year in
gambling alone. Somehow, John got his
hands on the blueprints of a slot machine.
Then he asked if we could make them for him. Within a month, your grandpa was making slot
machines in his garage. After I learned,
I moved out here and started making them too.
We make them, then John distributes them.” “So, is your
furniture business just a front for your real job of making slot machines?” “Furniture is our
main focus. Slot machines
just…supplements our income,” Harry said with a smile. “Can I meet John?”
Bill asked wide eyed. “You want to meet
John Dillinger?” Harry said with a laugh.
“I doubt I can make that happen.
But I tell you what, come work for us and I’ll see what I can do.” “But I already have
a job in Indiana.” “So, tell me, what do you pull down, back in
Indiana? Judging from that suit, I would
say, what…a couple grand a year? Work
for us and I can start you out at two times that. Listen, Bill, why don’t you work here for a
year or two and learn the ropes. Then
you can pick any city in the U.S. you want, and we will make you the head of
your own furniture factory there.” Bill leaned back
into his chair and rubbed his chin. He
had no interest in the furniture business, but he saw the perfect opportunity
to get more information for his story. “What if I work
here on a trial basis, just to see if I like it?” Bill said as he stretched out
his hand. “You have a deal.
But I guarantee once you’ve been here a while, you’ll love it,” Harry said shaking
Bill’s hand. Bill had a tinge of
guilt lying to his uncle. But he knew it
would be worth it if he could get an interview with John Dillinger. That evening, as
Bill and Harry left the factory, they were approached by Bo. “Mr. Harry
Freeman?” Bo asked with a smile. “Who’s asking?”
Harry said in a gruff voice. “Oh, I’m sorry, my
name is Beauregard Swanson. I’m a
newspaper reporter. I would like to ask
you a few questions. That is, if you
don’t mind.” Harry stepped
forward and looked Bo directly in the eyes.
He took a long drag off of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into
Bo’s face. “I don’t talk to reporters,” he
replied. Bo squinted his eyes and let out a cough as he
waved the smoke from his face. “I can
appreciate your hesitation,” he said, still choking on the smoke. “But I can assure you I will be brief.” Harry pushed past
Bo and headed for his car. “If you don’t talk
to me, I will have no choice but to tell the world how the man who owns Freeman
Furniture at one time robbed banks with John Dillinger under an alias.” Harry quickly spun
around, marched back to Bo and towered over him. “Was that a threat?” “Oh no, Mr.
Freeman…I would never threaten a man with a past such as yours. I am simply wanting to know your side of the
story.” “You want my side
of the story? Here’s my side of the
story. You have no proof I rode with
Dillinger. So, if you print a single word
of that, you’ll regret it.” “Is that a threat
Mr. Freeman?” When Harry placed
his hands on his hips, Bo caught a glimpse of a .38 revolver under Harry’s suit
jacket. “I don’t make
threats…just promises,” Harry said. Bo glanced at the
gun then looked into Harry’s eyes. “I can prove you not only attended school
with Mr. Dillinger, but you also had a friendship with him. So, why don’t you just tell me something
about him. Something the general public
wouldn’t know.” “Like I told you…I
don’t talk to reporters.” Harry said before he stormed off. After Harry walked
away, Bo turned toward Bill with a raised eyebrow. “We meet again. I didn’t know you were in town.” “I’m just visiting
my uncle.” “And how long will
you be staying?” “It looks like
indefinitely. Harry just offered me a
job working at his factory.” “What about your dream of being a front-page
reporter? Are you just going to give
that up?” “Well…I um…,” Bill
said searching for the right words to say. “I knew it,” Bo
interrupted. “You are working on a
story. You have taken a job with your
uncle to gain information on the rumor that Mr. John Dillinger is still alive.” Bill crossed his
arms and let out a snicker. “Dillinger
is still alive? Where did you get a
crazy idea like that?” “The same place
that told me your uncle once worked with Mr. Dillinger robbing banks…my very
reliable sources. Bo said as he shook
his index finger in the air. “I’m
telling you, Bill, I’m going to uncover the truth about Mr. Dillinger sooner or
later. So, consider this. If we work together, we could go down in
history as one of the greatest investigative reporting duos ever.” “I’m not interested
in working with you on your story,” Bill replied calmly. Bo gave him a
grin. “So, are you working on a story as
well?” Bill stepped
forward and looked Bo in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m working on a story…a really good
story.” “And what is the
nature of this…good story?” “I’m not telling you what it’s about. But I bet you it’ll be on the front
page. So, I tell you what, when I’m
finished with it, I’ll send you a copy.” “Well, if you
change your mind about joining me, I’m staying at The Sky View Motel on Madison
Avenue…room 208,” Bo said as he put his hands into his pockets and strolled
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