Fiction, Noir
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In the Fog
by B. de S.S.
I reach for my scotch glass. Empty. I slam it down and check my pockets. My hand fumbles with my pack of Woodbines. Damn. I need a ciggy, bad. I shake a smoke out and put it to my lips. I strike a match, light, and inhale. Ah, that’s the ticket....
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Black and Blue in Harlem
A Ross Agency Mystery by Delia C. Pitts
SJ Rook came to Harlem to re-build a life. You hit bottom, the only way out is up, right? Nice home, nice job, nice girl. With a few breaks, a hard-luck private eye can land on his feet, even if his balance is still shaky. But now that cozy home...
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