Fourteen Months
The office smelled like Blue Bottle coffee and surrender. Miles Callahan stood at the window of Caesar Capital's forty-second floor on 42nd Avenue and watched Manhattan spread below him like a circuit board lit up at dusk. His grandfather had died that morning. Eighty-nine years old. Died playing rummy with neighbours, caught holding extra cards inside his jacket, heart gave out on the spot. A...
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