He could see that now for the first time it was not only Ellen Tucker he pursued. It was himself as well. He stared out the window, across the small yard, toward the ragged skyline of Huntingdon Beach hearing once more in the dark recesss of his own mind the high electric whine of those neon letters above the Club Tahiti.
Tapping the Source
Kem Nunn
1984
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