Signal from Beyond
The rain in New York didn't wash things clean — it just made the grime slicker. Jack Corbin stood under the awning of his office building on 42nd Street and watched it fall in sheets of neon-streaked gray, thinking about the seven adults who had disappeared in the last month and wondering if this was the eighth night he'd be out this late.It was. Of course it was.Jack had been forty-two when...
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