The Coordinate Man
The rain in this city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the grime from one alley to another. I sat in my office, the neon sign from the deli across the street blinking 'OPEN' in a rhythmic, irritating red. My name is Silas, and I'm a detective for things that don't want to be found. Usually, that means cheating husbands or embezzling accountants. But three years ago, I found something...
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