The Devil's in the Details
The Devil's in the Details The rain in Chicago didn't fall so much as it attacked. It came at you sideways, driven by a wind that seemed to have a personal grudge against anyone foolish enough to be outside after midnight. Frank Keller had been outside after midnight for twenty-three years, so the rain didn't bother him anymore. It was just another enemy, like the Japanese at Okinawa, like the...
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