The Ghostwriter's Gun

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2026-06-07 13:24:54 -

The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in a diner on Sunset Boulevard, nursing a coffee that tasted like it had been diluted with the tears of worse men than me, when the call came. Richard O'Brien was dead. The voice on the other end belonged to a detective named Vasquez—young, by the sound of it, with that particular urgency that...

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