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The jazz bar on Sunset Boulevard was the kind of place where the music was good and the drinks were expensive and nobody asked questions. Mark Harlowe had been coming here for three years, ever since he retired from the force and decided that whiskey and saxophones were better than badges and bullet wounds. The woman who sat down beside him was not someone he recognized. She was young, maybe...
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