Shadow of the Wings
The bar was called The Velvet Hour, which was the kind of name that told you everything you needed to know about the kind of place it was: dim, expensive, and full of men who paid for drinks they would not remember the next morning. Vera Martinez sat at the far end of the counter with her newspaper portfolio beside her and a glass of rye that she was drinking slowly because she had been...
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