The Long Night Signal
The woman who hired me wore black silk and carried a folded piece of paper like it was a loaded gun. She sat in my office chair with her legs crossed and her eyes dry, and I knew right away she was either telling the truth or she was the best liar I'd ever met. Either way, she was going to cost me two hundred dollars and a lot of sleep. "They say he jumped," she said. Her voice was steady. The...
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