The Golden Mirror
March 12 I am forty-two. I live in a walk-up on the South Side, a place where the radiator clanks like a dying heart and the windows rattle in the wind. I am a private investigator, or what remains of one. Three years ago, my brother Thomas was accused of embezzling two million dollars from Sterling & Associates. He was found dead in his apartment, a bottle of pills and a note in his hand. The...
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