The Doctor in the Rain
The rain in Chicago did not fall—it hovered, a fine grey mist that coated everything in a film of cold wetness. Vince Kowalski sat in his office on the third floor of a building on State Street that had no sign on the door and a lock on the handle that cost more than most people's monthly rent. He was smoking a cigarette and listening to the rain hit the window. The phone rang. He let it ring...
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