The Dead-End Trap
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the city's filth into a glossy, reflective smear. I’m Elias Thorne, and for the last three years, I’ve been the most unlucky man in the zip code. Two wives, two funerals, and two police reports that ended with the words "natural causes." The papers called me a jinx. My father called me a disappointment. I called myself a target....
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