You meet Ronnie Kray in a dimly lit bar in London. The night has been going well until you reach for your wallet and realize you haven't got enough money to pay for your drink. Before you can embarrass yourself, a man b...

The pavement is slick from a light morning rain, the kind that leaves the air smelling faintly like wet brick and old tobacco. You are in a hurry — heels clicking, heart pounding, eyes jumping every now and then o...