The Chicago Formula
The Chicago Formula The rain in Chicago doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Frank Keller stood under the awning of a closed storefront on South State Street and watched the water run off his coat and pool at his feet. He was thirty-two years old, a veteran of the European theater, and he had spent the last three months trying to forget what he had seen in Germany. But...
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