We work on obscure, unimportant, apparently irrelevant deaths of people who don't matter and who never did. We have the lowest budget, we're last in line for allocations, and promotion is so slow that most of us never get past the rank of sergeant ....... We spend our time looking in dead men's faces, in their rooms, into the motives of their friends, if any, lovers and enemies.
He Died With His eyes Open
Derek Raymond
1984
reblogged from Lost Classics of Noir
Brian Greene
Criminalelement.com
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Doug Dabbs
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