I'd been on the trail for months now, coffee gone colder than all my leads. The kinda case that crawls into your head and starts re-arranging the furniture. New York has a tendancy to do that to a person. Just when I thought I was out of angles it hit me, paperclip. Always is. Smoke rising out the gutter again, the streetlights flickered like they knew something they wern't saying. That's when it came to me; ...
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