Sublime

Everyone from Jack the Ripper to Jeffrey Dahmer. From Charles Manson to Ted Bundy.

We see her face, we see her foot, and we know.

The Sleep specialist (or, ‘Somnologist’) in charge of our case, a large, mild mannered, burly, heavily set fellow with a lead colored crew cut and what appeared to be an extraordinary number of keys on a promotional ‘Parke Davis, Inc.’ key ring—his manner pleasant in the neutral, subdued and punctilious way of morticians and certain types of Hortic

“And how much did you charge her for that?” “A gentleman never tells.” The truth is, I hadn’t charged her anything. Brown always said I was too soft to be a detective.

How can we make sense of these gradations of moral responsibility when brains and their background influences are in every case, and to exactly the same degree, the real cause of a woman’s death?