The Rain Night Deal
The rain in Chicago doesn't fall. It attacks. It comes down at an angle, driven by wind that smells of lake water and exhaust and the kind of desperation that only a city of two million people can produce. Danny Kovalski stood under the awning of a closed-on-Tuesday liquor store on South State Street and let it soak through his coat, his blind eyes turned toward the sound of traffic and the...
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