The Manhattan Monitor
V-02: The Manhattan Monitor Rain fell on Manhattan like a bad joke — persistent, cold, and completely indifferent to whoever got caught in it. Detective Marcus Webb stood under the awning of a closed bodega on East 4th Street, collar turned up, watching the East River turn the color of a bruised knee. Eighteen months. That's how long he'd been chasing Victor Kozlov. Eighteen months of dead...
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