The Wistful Cipher

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March 12 The pen cap is cold. I hold it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the plastic bite into the skin, the metal clasp clicking shut with a sound too loud for the quiet office. Outside, Chicago is a gray sheet of ice and slush, the kind of weather that turns sidewalks into traps and makes men walk with their heads down. I am forty-two. I have been a private investigator for twelve...

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