Shadow Bridge
The rain in Berlin doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt wetter. I was sitting in my office on the second floor of the building on Unter den Linden, watching the rain trace lazy paths down the windowpane, when she walked in. Virginia Lane. That's what the envelope said, anyway. The woman who carried it. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her in all the right places and a hat...
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