“I used to love CSI,” I said. Alan rolled his eyes. “I prefer to think that I write novels about society, depravity and humanity, and the crime itself is just the engine for a more . . .”—he paused in obvious affectation—“enlightened conversation around some real-world issues. I find all that CSI stuff quite”—his lips curled into a cruel smile as he deliberately chose his next word—“ghastly.”
