To be alive is to feel pain. I have no problem with that. -Spankling
So what do we have?
A young male murdered, in a kilt. It is obviously a case of a foreign tourist being singled out for mugging.
This isn't a simple mugging. The killer is cold and methodical. He even decided to kill on a rainy night, so that valuable evidence would be washed away.
Who the hell is that.
That's Frank Black, one the greatest criminal profilers ever. But just between you and me, he gives me the creeps.
I'm serious! First you drag me out of bed, then you force me to peddle for miles, and now you won't give me a drop of water. C'mon, I'm wasting away here.
In my line of work, I see the worst side of man. It's hard not to become disillusioned and bitter. I've come to realize that man is an ugly, stupid, brutish piece of work.
So, what are you... a cop... a social worker... prosecuting attorney?