NEW YORK A Bookie in Command In a crowded Brooklyn courtroom one day last week, all the principals seemed to be playing the wrong roles. The judge was ranting, the hard-boiled D.A. was sobbing and a bookie was looking down his nose at both of them. This miscast scene was the unexpected end of New York's biggest police-graft trial since 1915.*
The sneering bookie was a little man named Harry Gross. The trail that led him to this courtroom fiasco went back ten years to a spot on Brooklyn's Church Avenue. Gross, then...
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