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Image Not Available for The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
Image Not Available for The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer

The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer

Artist Leonard Freed (American, 1929 - 2006)
CultureAmerican
Date1976
MediumGelatin silver print
Dimensions8 × 10 in. (20.3 × 25.4 cm)
Credit LineGift of Susan and Neal Yanofsky
Object number2022.43.2
Not on view