Pool_1

be running all over the place stalking people and at the same time keeping up on everything that's happening in forensics? Or computers? But, in fact, this was his business. What he did. Why was he uneasy? Some damaged moron exaulting in an unresisted killing, without struggle, without danger, without anything to deflect even beastly reconsideration, that was annoying. Mick didn't care who was making these assignments, it was only computer skills keeping this goon alive. Night courses could fix that. After all, he learned the old stuff with no sweat. He could learn the new. "Didn't mean to bug ya, Mick." "Mmmm, yeah. Lose the body. I've got shit to study." A guy's gotta keep up.