It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost. I've taken off two months, three months at a time, and, by the end, I get really squirrelly. My night life, my dream life, gets extremely populated and crazed. Although one is not now supposed to EVER use a deus ex machina in his or her fiction because these gods from the machine are not believable, I notice that they arrive all the time in real life. It was 4 hours later and almost dark before they took him down.
Murder is the worst kind of pornography.
And so there was nothing else to do. When you've got a crazy cop on your hands, you've got yourself a situation. They killed the boy last night, Richard. It wasn't a nice thing to watch - or feel. As if someone had scooped out his brains and put a hand grenade in his skull.