The Two Kovachs
Matt Kovach poured himself a glass of whiskey at six o'clock in the evening and he was still drinking from the same glass at six o'clock the next morning. He had not moved from his chair. He had not slept. He had been staring at the envelope with Frank Costello's handwriting on it, the one that had no stamp and no postmark, the one that someone had left on his desk while he was at the bar, the...
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