The Golden Suspect

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The rain hit the pavement in a steady, rhythmic hiss. It was a sound Marcus had learned to like over the last decade of his career. It meant the city was washing itself clean. It meant the grime of the day was being pulled down into the drains, leaving the streets slick and black. He stood on the fire escape, the metal cold against his fingers. Below, the alley was empty. Above, the apartment...

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