Thanos Kalamidas - Crime

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ It was raining again, the kind of rain that drowns city neon in muddy puddles and gives everything a cigarette burn tint. She stood under the flickering sign of the Bluebell Motel, collar high, hat low, hand inside her coat like a poker player hiding an ace or a weapon. No one knew her real name, only that when the final moments came, The Phantom Recorder made damn sure they were heard. And tonight, she had her third. Room 307. David Reiss, former homicide