The Parasite Self

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The Parasite Self

The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth from one gutter to another. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the 'Blue Note' across the street flickering like a dying heart. I'm a private investigator, which is a fancy way of saying I get paid to look at things people want to forget. The case started with a missing person: a man named Arthur Vance. He was a...

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