The Blackwood Deception
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I'm Jack Marlowe, and I've been hired to investigate a family that doesn't exist. That's how this whole mess started. The client was a nervous little man named Danny Reyes, who sat in my office with sweat running down his neck despite the October chill. He told me Colonel Blackwood was eating people. Not...
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