The Crown of Betrayal
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the grime shine. Detective Julian Thorne sat in his office, the neon sign of the "Blue Note" across the street flickering in a rhythmic, mocking pulse. Thorne had once been the golden boy of the LAPD. He had a partner he trusted with his life, a squad that would have followed him into hell, and a belief that the law was a shield...
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