Neon Noir: The Last Case
(V-04: Hard-boiled Detective) The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything away; it just turns the grime into a mirror. I sat in my office, the neon sign from the deli across the street blinking a rhythmic, irritating pink across my desk. I was staring at a photo of Diana—my sister, the only person who ever knew how to make me laugh—and a folder full of dead ends. Then Julian Sterling walked...
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