The Midnight Device
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't cleanse. It just makes the grime slicker. Jack Moran stood in his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the water streak the window like tears on a dirty face, and wondered how he had gotten from Navy intelligence in the Pacific to running a private detective agency that mostly handled cheating husbands and insurance fraud. The answer was simple: he had come home...
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