The Shadow in the Neon
The dead didn't make a sound. That was the first thing Jack Callahan noticed. He was fourteen, living in a room above a noodle shop on Sunset Boulevard, and he had learned by experience that adults made a lot of noise. They snored. They argued. They cried. They drank beer at two in the afternoon and played cards at three and slept at four. But when they stopped making noise, the silence was so...
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