The Shadow Hunter
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I sat in my apartment above Chao's Chinese Laundry on Sunset Boulevard and watched water run down the window in brown streaks. The bottle of bourbon on my desk was half empty. The typewriter in front of me was full of empty pages. That was the problem with writing your own story — there was no editor to tell...
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