World Weary Detective

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I arrived at the training school. I was ready. Ready to make a difference. I wanted to help people. Now was the beginning of my destiny. I would save the city, the dark city, the city of love and hate. I would come to both love and hate the city that...

This is another true story from my time on the murder squad. As always, reader discretion advised...
Croydon. A place of broken dreams, a barren heartland to the south. A place to get proper pissed. Our victim had taken a bucket load of drugs, which he’d blended with a lovely selection of seasonal wines, beers and spirits. The lab are still analysing...

It was the darkness that got to me. The creeping blackness that came with the downing of the light. The sun falling like a punch in the guts. The sewer crawlers sucking at the air, looking at the crescent moon and laughing. I couldn't get the noise out...