In some situations, not all questions related to the investigation will be answered, and some crimes are never solved at all. Some perpetrators are never identified, and those lost lives will never come back.


Unsavory and delightful things. Things that require clarity and distance and obfuscation. A tunnel is a kind of anticipation that usually ends in disappointment by the time you’ve escaped out the other end, but for the moment, in the moment, it’s somewhere subterranean and if you’re lucky there’s that amazingly fertile accumulation of green moss between bricks and the cool, clean smell of dank, damp air.

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