The Black Doctor
The rain in Chicago doesn't fall ? it hangs. It sits in the air like a second sky, gray and heavy, and by the time it hits the ground it's already part of the river. Kate Callahan sat in her car parked outside the federal penitentiary on State Street and watched it run off the windshield in rivulets, thinking about how much she hated this job and how much she hated that she was good at it. She...
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