Status Updates From Dillinger: The Untold Story

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Somebody pushed Anna Sage aside, and pistols barked. A bullet entered the back of Dillinger’s neck and came out his right cheek, just under the eye. Another slug entered his left side. Dillinger took two or three mechanical steps forward, then plunged face downward onto the bricks at the entrance of the alley.

**mood check: feeling sad

An advertisement inserted in the classified columns of an Indianapolis daily by Mrs. Audrey Hancock read, “Birthday greetings to my darling brother, John Dillinger, on his 31st birthday. Wherever he may be, I hope he reads this message.”

Although all lines into Piquett’s offices eventually were tapped, Dillinger called O’Leary regularly to make appointments. He would identify himself as “George” or “Fred” or by some other name which changed about every week, and nonchalantly invite him over for a game of cards.

**Harry Potter references chasing me everywhere 😂

“Fuzz,” hissed Piquett to Dillinger as he approached. “Big fuzz.” This is an underworld expression denoting the presence of police, and the fugitive ducked into the nearest entrance.

John Dillinger and Van Meter both undergo plastic surgery and alter their finger prints

Where were the G-men and the police, who were supposed to be watching Moorsedville as a matter of routine? But no official automobiles traversed the road this day, and thus an incredible sight was missed: the most wanted man in America posing for family pictures, wearing a grin and holding his phony wooden pistol and a very real submachine gun. They had evidently assumed that he would never have the effrontery.

“After I started locking up the guards, I thought sure one of them would see that I only had a wooden gun. I kept it pretty well down and covered with my hand, and most of the time I had it slipped in my pocket so they wouldn’t get a good look at it. Once I got my hands on the choppers, there was nothing going to stop us.”