The ice clinked in my glass. That was the only music I needed.

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I'd been sitting at this bar for three hours. The place was called The Blue Note, though there wasn't a note of blue about it—just yellow light, red leather, and the kind of smoke that sticks to your clothes for a week. Downtown LA in '47 was like that: everything stuck to you, and nobody cared enough to ask you to wash it off. The bottle in front of me was half gone. I hadn't ordered it. It...

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