Blue Sun Over Chicago
ACT I: THE LIST The rain had been falling on Chicago for three days when Arthur Callahan got the call. He was sitting in a diner on State Street, drinking coffee that tasted like burnt rubber and watching the street through a fogged window. Three names. Three addresses. Three hundred thousand dollars. "Find them," the voice said. It was Silas Voss, speaking from somewhere distant, somewhere...
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