The Deep Black

The rain hadn't stopped in three days. It never stopped in Los Angeles anymore—not the real rain, anyway. The kind that came from the sky and washed nothing clean. I was sitting in my office on Sunset, nursing a glass of bourbon that tasted like iodine and regret, when the phone rang.

It was a woman's voice. Smooth as silk, sharp as a switchblade. "Mr. Morrison? I need you to find someone."

"Who am I finding?"

"A man who doesn't exist. Calls himself 'Whale' Wilson."

I'd heard that name before. In barrooms. In precinct houses. In the mouths of sailors who came back from the Gulf with stories that sounded too big to be true. Wilson wasn't a man. He was a ghost. A ghost who ran submarines.

"Nobody calls himself Whale Wilson," I said.

"That's the point, Mr. Morrison. He doesn't call himself anything. He sends telegraphs. Short ones. 'The whale surfaces at midnight.' 'The deep black holds.' 'Tell Morrison I need him.'" She paused. "I'm paying two hundred dollars a week, plus expenses."

I needed the money. I was always needing the money. War had taken my legs—shrapnel in the left one, still aches when it rains, which is always—and taken my navy commission, and left me with a private detective license and a bottle of bourbon that never emptied itself.

"Fine," I said. "What's the job?"

"Find Whale Wilson. Find out what he's smuggling. And Mr. Morrison? Don't get yourself killed. I'd hate to waste two hundred dollars on a funeral."

The line went dead. I drank the bourbon. It tasted like iodine and regret. I started working.

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