Raymond Chandler once argued that the detective at the heart of a crime novel has to be a kind of knight — a man of honor walking down streets that are anything but honorable, neither tarnished by them nor afraid of them. That idea has shaped the genre for the better part of a century.
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I once watched a man walk back into a burning situation that every instinct, every ounce of training, and every sensible person nearby told him to walk away from. He had nothing to gain by it. He was not being paid, not being ordered, not being watched by anyone whose opinion could help him. He
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There is a particular hour on a long surveillance — somewhere past two in the morning, when the coffee has gone cold and the street has emptied of everything but stray cats and bad intentions — when a man alone in a car begins to hear his own thoughts more clearly than he would like.
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