Midnight Cargo
Part One The rain in Los Angeles doesn\'t wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I learned that in three years of driving through this city at night, watching neon lights bleed into the puddles on Wilshire Boulevard and wondering if the woman I was following was going to get in the car on the left or the right. My name is Jack Moran. I was thirty-four years old, and I had one good...
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