The stench of a hooker’s house was so forgettable you take the smell to your home and linger in it for a few more days just to let you remember the victim.
Most of my cases had bin hookers and drug dealers not able to see eye to eye.

The only good thing about spending your time putting a broken piece of a puzzle of a drug dealer case is that the dealers where so messing with there work. They don’t really care if they get caught or not.
Being in jail for them now days where good business, do what ever you can to get your ticket in.

I knew the more work I put in the more I will get rewarded, but I did not want another street case.
I wanted something new and fresh.

I spent half of the nights sitting in my office. Drinking a half bottle of whiskey wishing that death smell would come off!
And when the nights were over you start your ritual all over again.

A week into my job I had felt the misery, the pain in this line of work.
But I didn’t want to run away from it. I wanted to prove something.