Nothing to Deliver
The Ford was twenty years old and sounded like it. Every time Mike Donovan turned the steering wheel, the dashboard made a clicking noise, like a tooth with a cavity tapping against something hard. He had been meaning to fix it for three years. He never did. Mike was thirty-four, lived in a one-room apartment on South Halsted for six hundred dollars a month, and drove for a company called...
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