The Midnight Signal
I The knock came at three in the morning, which in Los Angeles meant it was either an emergency or a joke. James Hinton had learned this rule during twelve years in wartime intelligence and another twelve years as a private investigator. Emergencies knocked hard and fast. Jocks knocked slow and smug. This knock was neither—it was three measured raps, precise as a metronome, the kind of knock...
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