The body was in the drainage canal behind a warehouse on Alameda Street, and Jack Morane was not supposed to see it.
He was supposed to be tracking a cheating husband for a case that paid two hundred dollars and required him to sit in a parked car for six hours watching a man who was probably not cheating at all. But the car had broken down three blocks from where he was supposed to park, and he had been walking back through the warehouse district when he saw it—a flash of something pale in the water,...
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