THE SIGNAL FROM NOWHERE
The assignment came from a man who smelled of cologne and stale coffee and had a tie knot that was always slightly off-center, like everything else about him. "DeLuca," he said, slapping a manila folder onto my desk. "I want something warm. Something heartwarming about education. The city wants good press before the election. You find a slum school, you find a heroic teacher, you make us look...
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