The Silver Fox of Harlem
The rain in Harlem didn't wash things clean. It made the soot stick. Jack Callahan knew this better than most. He had spent five years in the Pacific, watching the rain wash bodies off the beaches of Guadalcanal. When he came back, three years ago, he came back with a limp, a tremor in his left hand, and a workshop on 138th Street where he fixed jewelry for people who couldn't afford Cartier...
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