The Blind Witness

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The Blind Witness

The rain in Manhattan had a particular smell on November nights. It smelled of wet asphalt and exhaust and the distant salt of the Hudson, mixed with something Charlie Donovan could never quite identify—perhaps the scent of men who had come to this city to disappear. He was twenty-four years old, the son of a lawyer who had gone bankrupt during the depression, and he was currently working as a...

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