To be alive is to feel pain. I have no problem with that. -Spankling
So what do we have?
A young male murdered, in a kilt. It is obviously a case of a foreign tourist being singled out for mugging.
This isn't a simple mugging. The killer is cold and methodical. He even decided to kill on a rainy night, so that valuable evidence would be washed away.
Who the hell is that.
That's Frank Black, one the greatest criminal profilers ever. But just between you and me, he gives me the creeps.
