The Big Sleep of the Heart
Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lies and rain-slicked asphalt. It was a place where you could buy a new identity for a hundred bucks and a clean conscience for a thousand. Lola knew the price of everything and the value of nothing. Frank had been a lawyer who specialized in the kind of secrets that people kill for. He was a man of expensive tastes and a failing heart, and he had married...
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