Danny Beckett: Long Beach Homicide Detective who has a knack for drinking as a method of dealing with the recent loss of his wife. He blames himself for the loss of his wife as they became distant causing her to go on a trip that ultimately resulted in her demise. Little is given of his past other than the fact that he is the son of a sheriff (who was killed on duty) and enjoys reading popular mystery novels. An important fact to note: he wears a wrist watch that he is unwilling to change as it is a gift from his late wife. He is dry, sarcastic and somewhat unconventional as he follows his hunches. He is by no means a hard-boiled detective but his own personal demons create a seperation between the social world and himself. He is fond of Grey Goose vodka.
“Feeling an uncharacteristic pang in my gut, I looked into her dead green eyes. The last thing you want to do while standing over a victim's body is to imagine them alive. It may sound cold, but they need to be objectified, viewed as a thing, simply a piece of meat, nothing more than an object to be studied for evidence: a strand of hair, a cotton fiber, a fleck of skin under the nail, a latent print on the smoiothness of the watchband, a drop of semen soaked into the panties. Once you begin to imagine glowing green eyes and chestnut hair flowing in the wind, your objectivity and detachment turn to shit and you start missing the little things - and it's the little things that make the story.”
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