The Midnight Signal
ACT I: THE CALL The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. Tom Rourke sat in his office on South Spring Street, watching the rain streak the window like tears on a face that had stopped crying years ago. The office was what you'd expect from a private detective who hadn't had a paying client in three weeks: a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet with one...
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