The Neon Rain
Jack Marlowe lived in a world of shadows and cigarette smoke. He was a private investigator in 1947 Los Angeles, a city where the sunshine was a lie and the only thing that grew was the list of people who wanted him dead. He operated out of a small office in a building that smelled of stale gin and desperation, spending his nights staring at the ceiling and wondering when the last of his luck...
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