The rain in Los Angeles did not wash things clean. It made...

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The rain in Los Angeles did not wash things clean. It made everything glisten with a thin film of oil and exhaust and the residue of a city that had never stopped moving.

Jack Rourke stood under the awning of his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the rain fall, and thought about how the city was like a mirror—reflecting everything and showing nothing. His phone rang. It was Colonel Whitmore, his old superior from the recon battalion. "Rourke," Whitmore said. "I have a job for you." "I'm a private eye, Colonel. Not your private eye." "Same thing," Whitmore...

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