The rain on Sunset Boulevard always smelled like exhaust and fried...

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The rain on Sunset Boulevard always smelled like exhaust and fried food, which was fitting, because that was what this city was made of—fumes and grease and the thin layer of neon that covered everything like varnish on a cheap table.

Jack Morrison sat in his repair shop on Sunset Boulevard, listening to the rain hit the tin roof, and tried to decide whether a man was responsible for the deaths of people he had never met. The radio on his workbench was crackling with a transmission that had been repeating for forty-seven minutes. It was Sergeant Rogers' voice—his former squad leader, the man who had pulled him out of the...

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