The Blood Price
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just moved the grime from one alley to another. Leo sat in his car, the glow of a cheap cigarette illuminating the lines of a face that had seen too many crime scenes and not enough sleep. He was a private eye who specialized in the things people wanted to stay buried. Three months ago, a client had come to him with a lead on the 'Aegis...
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