He didn’t care for team sports, preferring to run marathons, bike ride long distances, swim for miles up at the lake at his parents’ cottage. He’d never been someone with many friends, in part because as a child he’d spent so much time with his family. Even when they were adults, he and his older brother Michael had spoken at least once a day, before he was murdered. And then there was the question of women. The truth was, he much preferred their company to hanging out with a bunch of guys to play hockey, watch sports, or drink beer. In law school and at his law firm, he’d been popular enough, but leaving that all behind and becoming a police officer had mostly cut him off from his old life. And he didn’t exactly fit on the police force: a cop who’d been a lawyer and lived in a funky neighborhood downtown instead of a cozy commuter suburb, to say nothing of his penchant for wearing quality clothes and handmade shoes. Jeremy Pulver was the one exception. He and Kennicott had met in a philosophy class at university and gone to law school together.
