The Shadow of a Lie
I. The rain fell on Los Angeles like it had a personal grudge against the city. William Hayes sat in his office on the forty-second floor of the Hayes Building, watching the neon signs blur through the wet glass. It was 1946, and the war was over, but the shadows it left behind were just beginning to settle. He was thirty-four, heir to a shipping fortune, a man who had spent his life believing...
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