This is not so much a note as an author's reminder: This book (story) is a work of fiction. I made it up.
Neither the story nor their readers benefit from attempts to divine whether any facts (if any) hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.
None of the character, place, or incidents are real and is solely up to my imagination. I made up the world (well, not entirely), I gave shape to the characters, and the incidents are totally up to my perspectives.
I would like to apologize for future blunders. I, by no means, claim to be educated in the scenarios mentioned, or about the procedures that are to be carried out, but some of my companions are Forensic students; I do cross-check the situations with them so that I wouldn't have to mislead a person about certain fields that are mentioned across the story.
YOU ARE READING
Dépaysement
Science Fiction(n.) when someone is taken out of their own familiar world into a new one. Scrutinizing a crime scene is not a new life for Tarag, a Gov. Crime Scene Analyst. But what he was not ready was to inspect the same crime scene for twice, no, thrice, nope...
