Shadows on Sunset
ACT I The office smelled like cigarette smoke and old mistakes, the kind of place where the light came through dirty blinds in thin horizontal bars, like a window looking out onto nothing in particular. Vicky Lane sat behind the desk, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette in a holder that cost more than most men in this building made in a week. She was twenty-eight, and she looked...
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