The White Witness

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The White Witness

The RooftopRain fell on Tommy Whitfield's jacket like it had a personal grudge against him. He stood at the edge of the parking garage roof, his gun drawn, his breath coming in small measured puffs that fogged the cold November air. Below him, the streets of Manhattan were wet and shining and empty except for the occasional cab splashing through a puddle with the reckless abandon of drivers who...

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