Noir

 
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The Patrolman - 47

June Hartsfield was drying her hair.
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The Patrolman - 46

Elmer V. Jackson caught it on the car radio.
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Rust and Dust 4

The Tink stamped his feet against the cold. Lit a Woodbine. A packet of five from his jacket pocket. Smoked the edge off the day and blew it between...
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The Patrolman - 45 (2/2)

Lacey extended an arm and gently pushed Hartsfield aside, clearing the line of fire.
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The Patrolman - 45 (1/2)

'Look away,' Lacey said, drawing his pistol.
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The Patrolman - 44

Mr. Slate crouched in the alley behind the pharmacy, next to a reeking dumpster.
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The Patrolman - 43

Trouble had followed her before the warehouse, the murders, and long before the club.
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Rust and Dust

Scratching the styptic strip from under his double chin and craning his neck, the gaffer stared past the Tink as if trying to catch him out. The...
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The Patrolman - 42

Someone was calling him.
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Unprecedented moments of peace

When I wake up I’m in a world of bodily horrors From creaking bones And bloody flowers I want to be alone No cure from cold showers Or unwavering...