Grey Justice

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Grey Justice

The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, reflective mirror. Leo sat in his office, a space that smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap bourbon, watching the neon sign of the diner across the street flicker in a rhythmic, dying pulse. He was a private investigator, which in this city meant he was a professional scavenger of other people's failures....

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