By Rex Weiner
Skull Snyder solved a triple homicide in a Sunset Strip condo and thereby lucked into a West Hollywood apartment with a spectacular view of the city, once they’d finished cleaning up the blood.
He moved in with a couple of suitcases of clothes, bought a new bed. But he couldn’t bring himself to furnish the place. Not even put up drapes or buy a chair for the living room. The apartment stayed as empty as it was the day the tech squad swept up the last minute hair of evidence.
It wasn’t due to squeamishness. Another person might have tiptoed around the stains on the floor, the fresh-painted walls. But a sheriff’s deputy can’t be squeamish. Skull Snyder was just trying to rescue the complications in his life. He’s trying to keep himself streamlined, taut and disciplined. To Snyder’s way of thinking, all that separates the citizens from the crooks is a certain amount of discipline. He was trying to keep it simple…
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