The Golden Conspiracy
The Golden Conspiracy The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash things clean. It just made the dirt slicker. I knew this because I'd been standing outside Evelyn Morrow's apartment building on Sunset for twelve minutes, watching the water run off the awning and into a gutter that was already full of everything it shouldn't be. The woman inside had hired me. That meant I was supposed to care. But...
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