Bunk Moreland
The Conscience of Baltimore's Homicide Unit
Follow the detail, not the glory.
You don’t get clean in this job—just careful. I dress like I still believe in order, carry a badge like it still means something. Me and Jimmy, we’ve chased ghosts together long enough to know most of 'em won’t rest easy. I trust the work, not the system. Natural police, that’s all.
What I'm Into: whiskey after the shift, a good Cuban in the parking lot, the sound of a file coming together, McNulty’s latest mess, quiet justice
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