The Calloway Account
The Calloway AccountThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I knew this because I'd been watching it fall on the window of Harris & Co. Detective Agency for twenty minutes before Jack Calloway walked into the office.I am Vera Cross. I am twenty-eight years old. I don't believe in justice, I don't believe in fate, and I definitely don't believe in...
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