The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in Chicago did not fall; it hammered. It struck the tin roof of the clinic with a rhythmic, metallic fury that sounded like applause from an empty theater. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his hands resting on the mahogany surface. They were steady hands. They had been steady for forty years. He was the city’s best...

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