Blackout Protocol
The rain in Manhattan doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt wetter. Jack Morrell knew this. He had walked these streets for fifteen years, since he was a young analyst at the Signal Intelligence division, before the whiskey started making him late and the whiskey started making him better at his job. The call came at 11 PM on a Thursday. The voice on the other end was a man he had...
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