John Baker’s Blog

Studs was seventeen. He wore a checked jacket and designer blue-jeans and a black silk shirt with a button-down-collar. He was skinny with a mop of blond hair and full lips. He wore a little mascara and a single ring in his right ear.
His brother, Shelly, a year older, was taller by several inches. Shelly [...]

It wasn’t an everyday event. Bodies weren’t. Altogether, not in this part of the country. You could be a serving officer for your whole life and not come into contact with a body. Maybe in London, Manchester, Birmingham, big cities. In those places you would have to deal with bodies, still not every day, but [...]