The Accelerant
The first time Leo Marchetti saw the man who would destroy everything, he was standing at the end of the bar in OConnors Tavern on South Halsted Street, nursing a glass of milk. Milk. In a speakeasy. Leo almost laughed, but he had been in the business long enough to know that the strangest details were the ones that mattered most. The man was small, neatly dressed, with the kind of face that...
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