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Get city folks in the country, and they think: "Where do we store the loot?"
Me and Palmqvist — "Killer" Palmqvist; she says calling a woman by her last name is unladylike — figured that after we knocked over a couple of banks, we'd find some out-of-the-way farmhouse where we could hole up until the heat died down.

We found good escape routes and a place to divvy the dosh, only all the dinky banks that once made such easy targets along Maryland's Eastern Shore had been converted to upscale steakhouses and pizzerias.
So we'll move on. In the meantime, we posed as egg-headed collectors and riffled old books at
Bookplate in Chestertown and
Unicorn Bookshop in Trappe and
Mystery Loves Company in Oxford.
I had to buy something in order to avoid suspicion. I came up with:
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Not the Mississippi
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© Peter Rozovsky 2013Labels: Bookplate bookstore, Chesapeake, Eastern Shore, images, independent bookstores, Maryland, Mystery Loves Company, noir photos, Unicorn Bookshop, what I did on my vacation