Questions: When a Decision Is Not an Answer
In January 1994, a routine concern-for-welfare call led two young police officers into a flat filled with unanswered questions. What followed was a long winter vigil, an unexplained death, and a smell that refused to stay behind.
We love stories about people who refused to give up. We make considerably less inspirational merchandise for the person who looked at the available evidence and said: Actually, fuck this. And yet I've begun to wonder whether knowing when to stop requires at least as much wisdom as knowing when to continue.