The Golden Cave
The phone rang at midnight. It always rings at midnight when you don't want it to. I picked up. The voice on the other end was a man's voice—middle-aged, tired, trying not to sound desperate. Desperation is expensive. He knew that. So he was careful with his words. "Mr. Vale? I'm Jack Callahan. I need you to look into something." "I don't look into things for people who call me at midnight, Mr....
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