The Matchbook Confession
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon signs bleed into the asphalt. Frank was a man of small ambitions and larger debts. He operated in the grey spaces of the city, a grifter who specialized in the "lost and found" of other people's secrets. The Boss was the sun around which the city's underworld orbited. He was a man of impeccable tailoring and a smile that...
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