title: Footwear Impression Evidence: Detection, Recovery and Examination, SECOND EDITION (Practical Aspects of Criminal and Forensic Investigations)
author:  William J. Bodziak 
description: "The book is an updated edition of Bodziaks' jhighly respected Footwear Impression Evidence, published in 1990, which at the time also updated and brought together knowledge, which the footwear impression examiner would require in practice. . . There is no doubt that this book is essential reading for the footwear impression examiner, representing the most comprehensive considerations of footwear impression evidence to date. . . the book is an essential purchase for anyone involved in footwear identification. The first edition was a classic in its own right written by an acknowledged master in the field of footwear impression evidence. . . Despite this, I would undoubtedly recommend the book for those working in this area of identification." -Dr, Wesley Vernon PhD "contains virtually everything that a footwear mark examiner should know about, with information gleaned from all around the world an extremely useful reference for any aspiring footwear mark examiner. Even long established examiners are likely to find something of interest in it." - Science & Justice Review of the first edition: "By any measure this is a comprehensive treatment of the many forensic components of shoemark evidence." -Forensic Science International
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  # The Street Lawyer
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # The Street Lawyer
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Street Lawyer
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # The Street Lawyer
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## One
  
  
  The man with the rubber boots stepped into the elevator behind me, but I
  didn't see him at first. I smelled him though--the pungent odor of smoke and
  cheap wine and life on the street without soap. We were alone as we moved
  upward, and when I finally glanced over I saw the boots, black and dirty and
  much too large. A frayed and tattered trench coat fell to his knees. Under it,
  layers of foul clothing bunched around his midsection, so that he appeared
  stocky, almost fat. But it wasn't from being well fed; in the wintertime in
  D.C., the street people wear everything they own, or so it seems.
  
  
  He was black and aging--his beard and hair were half-gray and hadn't been
  washed or cut in years. He looked straight ahead through thick sunglasses,
  thoroughly ignoring me, and making me wonder for a second why, exacdy, I was
  inspecting him.
  
  
  He didn't b