"Mr. Moran?" she said. Her voice was smooth and sharp, like a knife...

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"Mr. Moran?" she said. Her voice was smooth and sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk.

The rain fell on Los Angeles like it had something personal against the city. Jack Moran watched it from his office window in Chinatown, nursing a whiskey that cost three dollars a pour and tasted like it had been bottled during the war. Which, thinking about it, it probably had. The woman who walked in was beautiful in the way that beautiful women got into trouble— dressed in black wool that...

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