Name’s
Sam Voss and I catch killers.
A weak and ugly child I was overlooked by many, loved by none. After
years, living in an endless roster of foster homes, I became convinced I was
always destined to be an outsider. This, the never-ending fights
with teachers and Nuns, every one of them making me believe I was born of
the Devil’s spawn. For years, those bastards made me feel despised and unworthy.
That was until the day I asked an old man in a cassock to describe
evil. That old German priest dismissed that any notion I had of being the work
of Satan, was rubbish. I remember him saying that every child is born innocent.
However, he did point out that if I didn't sharpen up soon, I was headed for
death or gaol.
Neither of those options held a lot of hope, or interest for me
and for the next few years he kept an eye out for me, pushing, prodding me to
do better. This old man in a worn and tattered clothes cared for people, street
people, working girls and the wealthy. It didn’t matter, in his eyes everyone
was the same. He taught me to care, he showed me it didn’t matter where people
came from, they could fall or fly, the choice was up to them.
At seventeen, he passed me into the care of the police academy. I finally
found a place I fitted into, something I was good and a career that interested
me. I had somewhere to learn about the use of structure. Not just how a building is
put together, or what makes men and women different, but everyday structure.
Rules, the framework a free society is built on.
So here I stand on the page before you, a seasoned and
accomplished police officer determined to put killers behind bars.
