The radio crackled at three in the morning, and Jack Murphy thought...

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The radio crackled at three in the morning, and Jack Murphy thought it was just the weather messing with the signals again.

He was behind the counter of the Corner Market, the one on 47th Street that he'd been running nights for six months, nursing a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The fluorescent lights hummed their usual electric song. Outside, the rain was falling in that steady New York way that made the streets shine like black glass. Then the radio spoke. Not the usual static. Not the distant...

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