The Political Joke
Leo sat in a dim office in 1947 Los Angeles, the air thick with the smell of cheap bourbon and stale cigarettes. He had once been the golden boy of the Army's Signal Corps, the man who could hear a whisper from three states away. Now, he was a private eye who specialized in finding people who didn't want to be found. Then the government came knocking. They didn't want his detective skills; they...
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