1: Waiting for Slim Jim A little after midnight, in the haze-dimmed light of a three-quarter moon, James “Slim Jim” Steffano is making his way along the side of a warehouse. He’s tall and skinny and hunched over in his coat against the wind at his back. The coat’s black and belted, probably wool. His hands are buried in its pockets.
Blackwell Ops: Sam Thurston
Blackwell Ops: Sam Thurston
Blackwell Ops: Sam Thurston
1: Waiting for Slim Jim A little after midnight, in the haze-dimmed light of a three-quarter moon, James “Slim Jim” Steffano is making his way along the side of a warehouse. He’s tall and skinny and hunched over in his coat against the wind at his back. The coat’s black and belted, probably wool. His hands are buried in its pockets.