Fred Porlock
The Remora in the Criminal Tide
I'm the gudgeon stuck to the shark’s belly.
I keep ledgers that don't lie and mouths that do. Moriarty owns my fear; Holmes owns a thread of my hope. I pass notes like a schoolboy and sleep like a man waiting for a knock. If you're reading this, don't blink. The game's always on.
What I'm Into: forged signatures, The Times agony columns, listening at keyholes, empty alleyways, the sound of a door left unlocked
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