The Frequency Between Stations
The rain on South State Street had a particular sound that Jack McAllister had learned to read like a language. Heavy rain meant the alleys were empty, which meant the bars were full, which meant he could work. Light rain meant people were hunkered down, which meant the bookies were nervous, which meant the police were sweeping. Jack lived in the spaces between the rain and the work, and for...
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