Thanos Kalamidas - Noir

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The rain came down like a jealous lover, sharp and persistent, draping the city in a greasy sheen that made the neon signs bleed into the puddles like open wounds. I was two fingers into a warm bottle of Old Overholt and three weeks behind on rent when the knock came on my office door. Knock knock knock. I let it go. Real clients don’t knock like that, rhythmically, like they practiced it. Probably another actor rehearsing a line or some bastard trying to