Poison in the Rain
ACT I The rain in Los Angeles was always a surprise, the way a betrayal is always a surprise until you are standing in it, wet and furious, remembering the forecasts you chose not to read. Veronica Cross stood on the porch of her office in Hollywood and watched the water sheet down Sunset Boulevard, the neon signs bleeding color into the asphalt like watercolor paintings left out in a storm....
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