Double Identity
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Jack Morrison sat in his office on the third floor of a building on Sunset Boulevard that had once been prosperous and now was something else. The paint on the door was peeling. The sign outside read "MORRISON—INVESTIGATIONS" in letters that had once been gold. He kept staring at the bottle on his desk. The...
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