Sample V-03: Neon Shadows
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. Kane leaned against a brick wall in an alleyway that smelled of ozone and wet trash. He checked his watch—3:14 AM. In the distance, the siren of a police cruiser wailed, a lonely sound in a city of millions. Five years ago, Kane had been the scalpel of the Agency. He was the man they sent...
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