The Needle's Truth
The rain hadn't stopped for eleven days. It fell on Chicago like a judgment, washing nothing clean, just making the grime slicker, the streets darker, the neon signs bleed their colors into the gutters.Jack Malone sat in his office above a closed-up bar on State Street and stared at the wall. His medical license was still valid. His hands were still steady. But something had broken inside him,...
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