The Chicago Equation
The man in the charcoal suit sat across from her in the back booth of the restaurant on State Street, sipping bourbon from a coffee cup, smiling the smile of a man who had never been refused anything in his life. His name was Vincent Marlow, or at least that was the name he used, and he was thirty-six years old and he had the thin sharp face and pale eyes of someone from the East Coast, someone...
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