The Last Dance at Prohibition Hall
The diamond bracelet caught the light like a shard of ice against Lillian Cross's pale wrist. Dorothy Callahan leaned over the body in the abandoned warehouse on the Jersey waterfront and studied it for a long moment. The warehouse smelled of rust and river mud and something older, something that might have been the ghost of gin distilled during the days before Prohibition made it a crime to...
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