The Silent Zone
The woman came into my office on a Tuesday night in November and she was soaked to the skin even though it hadn't rained all day. She stood in the doorway for a moment, water dripping from the hem of her coat onto the scuffed linoleum floor, and I knew right away that she was in trouble. Women don't walk into private detective offices at ten o'clock on a Tuesday night unless something has gone...
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