The Devil's Pour
The Devil's Pour The rain in Los Angeles does not wash things clean. It just makes the dirt shiny. I knew this by the third week of working for Morris, and I wrote it in a notebook that I kept locked in his desk, in the compartment beneath the lock that Morris thought only he could open. He was wrong about that. I had been picking locks since I was eleven, which is to say since the day they put...
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