The Signal from Black Rock
The rain fell on Los Angeles like a judgment, steady and cold and without mercy. Jack Morrisey sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the water trace dirty paths down the windowpane, thinking about the woman who had hired him and the man who had disappeared. Her name was Elena Voss. She was beautiful in the way that beautiful women in movies were beautiful, except Elena was real and...
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