The Screenwriter's Last Page
Callahan had been a soldier once. That explained the left knee that ached when rain was coming, the right hand that rested instinctively on the .38 special at his hip, and the particular brand of cynicism that only men who have seen what other men do to other men under the right circumstances can acquire. He was forty-six years old, divorced twice, and had been a detective with the LAPD for...
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