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Tuesday, October 8, 2013
A ride ends in the Bronx
On this date back in the year that Boris Karloff first scared the pants off of movie goers in his first incarnation of the Frankenstein monster, Charles Pasquino was found in a remote part of the Bronx at the
bottom of a nineteen-foot embankment. A bloody trail in the unpaved
road showed that he had been dragged from a car and tossed down the hill.
Like the majority of ride victims Charles had been shot behind the left ear.
Two other bullets had pierced his left arm and neck. His record showed
that he had been arrested twice in 1922 for grand larceny.
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