I sometimes think that I would have made a good profiler. If only you could start out as a profiler, that is, and not have to first join the police academy, then become a beat cop, then work your way up to detective, then maybe become a profiler. Also I am fairly squeamish, so I’d need to look at pictures of crime scenes rather than actually visiting them. And I ain’t goin’ anywhere near no decomposing bodies, respirator or no respirator. I’m not attending any autopsies, either. They’d have to prepare reports for me to read containing any pertinent information. Other than all that, though, I’d be a natural.
Yeah, I should probably stick to reading up on all things True Crime, chronicling the occasional diabolical crime here on this and/or on one of our sister sites (I find that the werewolves site lends itself best to coverage of gruesome crime, plus the whole serial killer/lycanthrope connection), and writing groovy fiction based on real crime. I can attempt to get into a murderer’s head that way, keeping a safe distance from all things icky. There’s also this new game, “Hunt A Killer,” that allows players to “enter the mind of a serial killer complete with clues, codes, and ciphers. Each month you will receive items to aid your investigation: correspondence to interpret, objects to explore, and messages to analyze. Nothing is as it seems. Like a detective, you must look closely at all the evidence and think outside the box. Join our community and work together to solve a mystery.” Sounds like fun. I doubt I’d have the time to do it, but it sounds fun. If any of you decide to try it, let me know how it is. And if it turns out your respective killer is named Eddie Quist, I’d advise you not to meet him in an empty movie theater if he invites you. A word to the wise.