THE LAST CALL
I. Rain in Seattle doesn't fall. It conspires. It hangs in the air like a secret that nobody wants to tell you, dripping from grey skies onto grey streets, onto grey raincoats worn by grey people who are all just trying to get to work without getting wet. Ray Kovach knew this. He'd been driving a taxi in Seattle for eleven years, and eleven years of Seattle rain had taught him everything he...
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