The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Could the ink on a signature be washed away by rain, or did it merely fade into the paper’s grain until it became a rumor? Yiannis Stefanou stood in the courtyard of the municipal building, the bronze door-pivot of the side entrance scraping against the stone as he forced it open, the sound a dry, metallic groan that cut through the heat of the off-season. He was forty-two, a...
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