The apartment smelled like money and loneliness, which is to say it smelled like nothing at all.
Tommy Kowalski stood in the doorway of the Upper East Side apartment and tried not to look at anything. That was the first rule he'd learned: don't look at anything you can't afford. The second rule was more difficult—don't notice that the things you can't afford are the only things in the room. "Mr. Kowalski," said the man standing in the hallway, "you'll want to meet The Shadow first." The...
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