Sample V-05: The Concrete Grave
(Act I: The Spark) The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the smog into a grey soup. Julian sat in his office, the neon sign of the 'Blue Note' flickering across his desk. He was a private eye with a penchant for lost causes and a bottle of rye that never stayed full. He had been hired to find a missing girl, the daughter of a senator, but the trail had led him to a...
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