The Gray Crown
The rain had been falling for three days when Jack Moran got the file. It was wrapped in brown paper and left on his desk at the office—a small, nondescript office on West 46th Street that Jack shared with two other guys who mostly just collected the rent and pretended not to hear what he did after midnight. Jack opened it with a knife. Inside was a manila folder containing names, dates, phone...
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