That’s where I’m heading today for a week of vacation bliss. The house is ocean-front with a built-in pool. I went to Borders, bought three books. Basically all true-crime. Nothing like a little murder, mayhem, blood and finally, justice, I hope. There’s almost nothing as good as relaxing in the sun and sand with a book. P eople ask me why I read non-fiction crime. It’s not the terror, although I like to know what happened. It’s not the gore, although it’s facinating what people do to each other. It’s not the horror, although sometime I feel like what is written is actually happening to me. It’s the solving of the crime. How science, technology or just good, old-fashioned foot-work puts the fucking bastard who did it behind bars. It’s all about justice.