Why I Write the Dark Stuff
In my day job, I’m a patrol supervisor for the San Antonio Police Department. I work the west side of town. The police officers who make the calls, who make the arrests, who keep the peace in the busiest part of the city, they work for me. I’m the one they call when they have major crime scenes that need managing or when something just doesn’t look right.
What that means is that I have to see a lot of dead bodies. And I mean a lot of them.
Like last week. One of my officers called because he had a decomp (police parlance for a body that’s been rotting in place for a good long while) and he wasn’t sure if it was suicide or homicide. So I showed up to the apartment and there was the…
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