Harvey Wall was a detective in New York City for fifteen years, and was more than happy to be posted to Amsterdam for a six-month exchange project. He was now out of reach from his boss who did not like his practical jokes and lack of respect.
Fresh in Amsterdam Harvey took in a deep breath through his nostrils, and shook his head disapprovingly - the air was clean. It had not got that big city smell to it. There was no tinge of carbon monoxide that excited the nerve endings in his nose. Automobiles were confined to one lane and only one way, there was more room for trams and bicycles than automobiles.
"Definitely not New York," he grumbled, then handed the taxi driver two 50 euro notes.
Within a week of landing in Amsterdam flashes of many of the crimes he had seen raced through his mind as he looked down at the body in front of him. He thought he had seen it all - stabbings, gunshot wounds to the belly, face, mutilation of bodies, even bits of body parts placed all around an apartment.
