Karaoke...or 'Don't give up the day job.'

When he wasn’t investigating errant husbands or checking up
on cheating wives he liked to sing. Sinatra was his hero. Elvis
was his king.
 
He liked the crooners too, so when he took a break from finding
a missing person, or following a clue, he’d croon a tune. Something
by Paul Anka or Pat Boone.
 
But if you were in earshot you’d want it over soon.
 
His family and friends, of course, told him he was great
and said he should audition for the X Factor.
 

So he did…


True Detective