Title: The Neon Noir
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. Jack sat in his 1967 Mustang, the interior smelling of stale tobacco and expensive leather. He had a bank account that could buy a small country, and a life that felt like a slow-motion car crash. The money had come from a 'glitch' in a high-frequency trading bot he'd tweaked in a drunken...
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