The Barrow Case - We all remember our firsts. The first time you kissed a girl or touched her in places we weren't allowed. Your first job, your first you know what and especially, for a homicide detective, your first murder case.
My first case was a cut and dry one. A wife had caught her husband cheating and plunged a steak knife into his chest. No need to conduct a meaningful investigation. The woman he was in bed with, witnessed it and the wife admitted to the murder. It never felt like a solve and though seeing a man killed in his own bed was something I'd never forget; it didn't change me.
For me, it was the second case that altered everything. For years I was haunted by it. Even moving from New Jersey to Naples, over a decade ago, hadn't eased the pain. Thirteen hundred miles away and it was still talking to me. Sometimes it was just a whisper and others, it shouted.
Thank goodness Joe makes the sun rise every morning. I thought he was smug but his arrogance and giant ego get in the way of whatever value information he tries to convey. He also talks about his kids and hopes to give them values but I wonder how they will learn from all the cursing and sexual references in his ‘writing'. Tough to believe but he has a bigger ego than obama.
A young man returns home in hope of making a life in the Church that dominates life in town. Rebuffed by church leaders he is notheless determined to become a minister inspite of the shadowy nature of the church's leadership. A good story though wish everyone connected with the Church was not portrayed as sinister