One good thing about being Homocide Captain was access to evidence. Jim Brass walked straight into the evidence locker and quickly located the box he was looking for. He glanced around quickly, and then removed a DVD, quickly sliding it into his coat pocket.
Two hours later, he was relaxing in front of the televison, which was showing a particularly nasty form of gay dwarf porn. It was disgusting. It was perverse.
And he was addicted to it.