The Last Flight of Danny Kowalski
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Danny Kowalski sat in his airplane repair shop on Sunset Boulevard, listening to the rain drum against the corrugated tin roof and the radio playing a Benny Goodman record that sounded like it was coming from another world. He was thirty-two years old, six-foot-six, with a scar running from his left shoulder...
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