True enough, but they don't get at the expressive range of his ire, the coolness, the steadiness and, especially, the odd glints of humor. He's like a soldier who's so appaled at the bullets whizzing overhead that all he can do is lie back in the foxhole and laugh. He offers a field trip into the ugly, one freakish story after another. If the anger goes, I'm out of business. To prevent the DNA fingerprint.
Criminals use the system's technology against it.
It's ju-jitsu, man. I've heard of bank robbers who put someone else's blood in a plastic bag and burst it while they're running out of the bank. There's stuff I haven't been able to write because it'll seem unbelievable. Vachss keeps tabs on his fury the way other people check their pulse or monitor their cholesterol. If the anger goes, I'm out of business.