The Shadow in the Coffee
The rain fell on Los Angeles like it had a personal grudge against the city. It had been falling for three days, and the streets were rivers of neon and exhaust, and Maggie O'Brien sat in her diner on Sunset Boulevard, stirring coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago and watching the door the way a sentry watches a gate she knows will not hold. The diner was called Cherry Pie, though they...
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