Testimony in the Rain
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I knew that the way I knew that my marriage was over and that my detective agency was two months away from becoming a very expensive hobby and that the woman sitting in my office chair knew more about me than I cared to admit. She had arrived ten minutes after I got back from the Shoreline Boulevard...
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