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Teardrops Burn (FILM NOIR)

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Chicago, 1949. Jack Byrnes is a FBI agent who gets called to find the serial killer of numerous men, leaving only a sport card behind. Between a mysterious witness never leaving his thoughts and his attempts at drowning his personal demons in gin and tonic, will Jack be able to find and stop the killer before they get to their next victim?

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Jack blinked. "Do you ever stop a moment and notice that odd waiting sensation? You're waiting for something, yet you don't know what. I usually don't like to dwell on that because it's so uncomfortable. Such a bizarre sensation in the pit of my stomach." He sighed, caught Kenneth's gaze. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm been trying to fill that void with gin and tonics for a while now, even though I know it's useless."

He regretted telling the man, but Kenneth chuckled as he stared at his drink, but not in mockery. "Could you believe I feel the same thing, that eternal waiting feeling you speak about? Maybe it's the reason we're both sitting here; now."All Rights Reserved

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A Way to Survive

When an abandoned sexual assault case and a string of murderer overlap, a disgraced detective must decipher clues pointing to a long-dead artist while grappling with his feelings for his unreadable co-worker... George Orville doesn't trust the police. In the aftermath of his sister's murder, he's cut ties with his father, formidable FBI agent Peter Orville, to float around Amsterdam. Disillusioned with the family history in criminal justice, he's ready to resign himself to a life of normalcy, until a late night walk turns into someone pulling the trigger, and he finds a body beneath a Rembrandt in an abandoned gallery. Now on the radar of the police chief, Peter's longtime friend, he's forced to work with Sai Malik, the man of his obsession that he thought he'd never meet. Sai is unsure where to pick up Peter's Amsterdam case, still haunted by the memories from the worst night of his life. Peter's prodigal son, only known to Sai as a mysterious failure, turns out to be a surprising ally, and with a truce between them, pieces of the case start coming to light, including an unsolved sexual assault case, an artist suicide, and the constant, looming presence of a famous painter who died centuries before. Both Sai and George know that probing the justice system any further threatens to expose an underbelly that both of them have been victims of. But as bodies pile up, their choices are limited to doing what it takes to survive. *UPDATES EVERY MONDAY