Consider This A Fair Warning.

Being A Homicide Detective Ca Be The Loneliest Job In The World. The Friends Of The Victim Are Upset And In Despair, But Sooner Or Later - After Weeks Or Months - They Go Back To Their Everyday Lives. For The Closest Family It Takes Longer, But For The Most Part, To Some Degree, They Too Get Over The Grieving And Despair. Life Has To Go On; It Does Go On. But The Unsolved Murders Keep Gnawing Away And In The End There's Only One Person Left Who Thinks Night And Day About The Victim: It's The Office Who Is Left With The Investigation.

The Media Have The Ability To Attract The Craziest People To Call In Perfectly Absurd Tips. Every Newsroom In The World Gets Updates From Ufologists, Graphologists, Scientologists, Paranoiacs, And Every Sort Of Conspiracy Theorist.

She Wondered What She Thought Of Herself, And Came To The Realization That She Felt Mostly Indifference Towards Her Entire Life.

It Did No Good To Cry, She Had Learned That Early On. She Had Also Learned That Every Time She Tried To Make Someone Aware Of Something In Her Life, The Situation Just Got Worse. Consequently It Was Up To Her To Solve Her Problems By Herself, Using Whatever Methods She Deemed Necessary.

I’ve Had Many Enemies Over The Years. If There’s One Thing I’ve Learned, It’s Never Engage In A Fight You’re Sure To Lose. On The Other Hand, Never Let Anyone Who Has Insulted You Get Away With It. Bide Your Time And Strike Back When You’re In A Position Of Strength—even If You No Longer Need To Strike Back.