Believe me, I tried to do what they trained me to do in private d**k school, where I learned to survey every grisly crime scene with the dispassionate eye of an objective observer, reacting to every sign of human cruelty with an odd combination of amusement and watered-down pity. But Iād been at this for too long, and after scanning the room, with its wall-to-wall gore, I fell into a fetal position and wept uncontrollably. Then I vomited all over the evidence.
A detective story, but with a twist. (The twist is that the detective is shitty.)
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