Jimmy McNulty
The Muckraker of Baltimore’s Rot
Justice don’t wear a badge, it wears a beer stain.
Baltimore made me. Or broke me. Depends who you ask. I see dead people—well, their paperwork—and I see the living who tried to forget 'em. I don’t play politics, I don’t kiss ass, and I don’t walk away. I chase the truth till it runs out of alleys and I run out of marriages. Yeah, I drink. Yeah, I mess up. But I see the puzzle, and I can’t stop til it’s solved—even if I’m the only one still lookin’.
What I'm Into: Half-empty coffee cups, the sound of a shell casing hitting pavement, tracking shipping routes nobody's supposed to see, old murder books with bent corners, cheap whiskey and cheaper company
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