The Sunken Ship
ACT I: THE OFFER The apartment on Fifth Avenue smelled of gin and expensive perfume and the particular brand of desperation that only men who have made too much money in too little time can produce. Patrick O'Connor stood at the window looking out at the city lights, his tuxedo jacket discarded on a leather chair, his tie loosened to the exact degree that suggested carelessness without actually...
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