What the Deep Water Left Behind
The subway car smelled like wet wool and regret, which in New York was basically the same thing. Eddie O'Brien sat on the plastic seat with his back against the door and watched the tunnel lights flash past in a rhythm that had been the heartbeat of this city since before he was born and would probably continue long after he was gone. He had been a cop for twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years...
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