The Last Bride at Midnight
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. Jack Murdoch sat in his office on West Fifth Street and watched the neon sign from the hardware store across the street flicker through his window. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. Like a heartbeat. Like something trying to tell him something and failing. The man in the expensive suit had come at seven. Seven o'clock...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen