Act I: The Job
Nick Vasquez sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard and watched the rain slide down the window like tears on a drunk's face. His office was above a Chinese restaurant that smelled of garlic and cumin and despair. The sign in the window said "Private Investigations" but the only investigation he'd done in three months was figuring out which vending machine in the building didn't steal your...
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