Chorus in the Fog
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in my office on Sunset, staring at a ceiling stain that looked like a dead man's face, when the door opened and she walked in. Vivian Rayde. That's what her business card said. The woman who walked through my door didn't match the card at all. She was beautiful in the way a bullet is...
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