The Goodbye Coast

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“Reassembling the past, reconstructing relationships, trying to link someone's words with the facts at hand or facts yet to be discovered. You overlay a hundred different constructs over the exact same information and you'll come up with a hundred different theories. Everyone sees, interprets and understands things differently. Everyone has their own aspirations, anxieties and fears. It's what they call human nature.” Basilio paused to search his molars with his tongue. “Don't get me wrong, kid. I'm not saying it'll all be mundane. There are things inside people so vicious and depraved you'd think their breath would smell like roadkill. They're out there, Marlowe. Every vile infection, mutant species, every simmering brew of psychopathic evil are waiting for you right outside the door.” Basilio unwrapped a toothpick and continued the search. “Sure you're still game?”

That was ten years ago and yes, Marlowe was still game.

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THE GOODBYE COAST

THE GOODBYE COAST

A PI didn't have to produce evidence that held up in court. A PI speculated, deduced and conjectured until a theory formed that felt right to an experienced investigator. Marlowe could never replicate [redacted]'s thinking or [their] individual moves. The best he could do was ask himself, How would you do it, Marlowe?

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