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The Assassin
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Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2018
LBJ was assassinated after he refused to withdraw American troops from Vietnam. The sniper took the fired shell casing with him. The FBI believed it was a souvenir. The alleged assailant was apprehended thirty years later when modern technology led the FBI to arrest him. The fired shell casing was recovered at trial and revealed the identity of the true assassin. But was the fired shell casing really ever a souvenir? Or was it something far more sinister?
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MILES JOHNSON OWNS THE UPPER WEST SIDE

23 parts Complete Mature

All events here are true. I wrote this story down back in 1984 during a quiet time in my life. My wife and all my clients had left me, and after two months of sitting at my desk playing tic tack toe with myself, I figured it might be a good time to tell the world about my exploits with Miles Johnson. At the time, I was about to be disbarred by the Maine Bar Association on charges of jury tampering, and I was sitting in my office thinking about what life in Tahiti would be like. Or Mozambique. Or Greenland. But the Gods of Justice miraculously shone down on me the day my trial was set to begin. The government's only witness never showed up, and was never seen nor heard from again. I had forgotten all about writing the story about Miles and the deed and just came across it a month ago while emptying out my old office file cabinets. In 1969, a lone descendant of Charles Apthorp named Miles Johnson, inherited the deed for the Apthorp Farm on Manhattan Island. This 1763 deed for the Apthorp property encompasses most of what is now the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I'm not a professional author, not even an amateur one, but I feel it's about time the world knew about Miles Johnson and the deed, and I'm the only one left who can tell the story. The actual 1763 DeLancey/Apthorp deed is still in Miles' possession. I contacted him by phone to make sure he would be OK with my publishing the story. He laughed and said, "Sure. Why not? No one will believe it anyway, so yeah, go ahead." Miles will be placing the deed up for auction in the Summer of 2021