The Deep Lock

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The Deep Lock

The rain hadn't stopped in three days. It drummed against the office window like fingers tapping an impatient rhythm. Tom Reed sat behind his desk, watching the neon sign across the street flicker on and off, on and off, casting intermittent red light across the room. The envelope was thick. Cash. Enough to make him take the case even though he had told himself he was done with cases. Mrs....

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