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Ray largely left me to run my own race, and sometimes I found it difficult to wait for the wheels of the department to move and so I wrote my letter at the end of the day. I will freely admit that there had been a time when I had wanted to transfer out of Homicide, but he was so enthusiastic. I do not think that Raymond ever saw it in terms of rotting cadavers and ghastly people with warped minds. It must have been catchy, because I had caught the bug, and now saw each case as an intellectual exercise, and besides any of that, I loved him. Perhaps it had been a toe in the water for him, and I suppose, for myself, and either way, we made no great decisions. The idea had been nagging me for weeks; I would use my maiden name, but writing to an Abbot did seem strange.
The Abbot
Dunraven
