The map came from a man named Frankie who was dying of something that had nothing to do with the war and everything to do with the city.
Mickey Donnelly met him in a bar on Sunset Boulevard that smelled of stale beer and regret. Frankie was small and sharp and sweating, his eyes bright with a fever that was eating him from the inside out. He pulled the map from his jacket with a hand that shook like a leaf and laid it on the table between them. "Gold," he said. "San Gabriels. Smuggled out of Shanghai during the war. Black...
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