The plastic police tape flutters like a hummingbird’s heart. I stoop underneath, slopping through the fetid water, into the chasm of a storm drain. My brother-in-law, Detective Grimley, chops me in the chest. It burns – that Faustian rush – the towel whippings from my bully, Chase Dankworth, in those endless high school locker rooms, … Continue reading Toxicology – Ian Johnson