The Shadow in the River

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The fog rolled off the Los Angeles river like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of diesel and decay. Jack Morrison pulled his coat tighter and walked faster. He had been a detective once, before the war took his knee and his pension and most of his will to live. Now he worked for anyone who could pay, and tonight the client was a woman with expensive perfume and nervous eyes. "She...

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