The Bitter Catch
The rain hadn't stopped for eleven days. It fell on Chicago like a verdict, steady and impersonal, washing nothing clean but making everything feel heavier. Frank Keller sat in his apartment on South State Street, watching water track down the window in dirty rivulets, and tried to decide whether the woman sitting across from him was a trouble worth having. She was expensive trouble. That much...
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