The Star Hunters
I. The rain was falling on Los Angeles like it always did in November — steady, cold, and indifferent to the fact that I had just been hired to investigate a series of suicides that made no sense. The woman who hired me was sitting in my office, wrapped in a coat that had been fashionable three seasons ago and looking at me with eyes that had seen something I couldn't quite identify — not fear,...
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