The Ledger and the Lantern
I The rain in Chicago does not wash things clean. It makes them darker. Victoria Lane stood at the bar of The Blue Note and watched the man in the trench coat pour three fingers of whiskey into a glass that he would not drink. She had been watching him for forty minutes. She had been watching men like him for three years — men who carried their problems in their shoulders and their guns in...
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