In a blind alley in Detroit there are three doors. One leads to the storeroom of a dive bar, the smell (and slop) of pickles and beer creeping out onto the stoop. One is the rear door of a low-rent apartment block, and echoes of domestic disputes and shady deals. The last is outlined in […]

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The rooftops of the night city were her territory – all aerials and architraves and staggering gulfs of air. She could see him best from up there on high, always clothed in darkness and half-hidden from sight. She would flit from place to place, keeping the high ground. When it was so late as to […]