Thanos Kalamidas - Noir

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The air was thick, a mix of cheap whiskey and burnt tobacco curling into the dim light of my smoky office. The city had a way of closing in, but I couldn’t care less. When you’ve been running for this long, you get used to the weight on your chest. The weight of knowing, of being hunted, of seeing shadows in every corner. And I had been running long enough to know that you don't stop running until your legs buckle. I lit another cigarette, the match striki