The Cobalt Shadow (V-05: Film Noir)
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, black mirror. Miles sat in his office, the neon sign of the diner across the street blinking a rhythmic, sickly blue across his desk. He was a private investigator with a specialty that didn't appear on his business card: forensic toxicology. Miles knew the chemistry of death. He knew exactly how much...
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