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you'll have to make friends with the media one of these days. Tess Captain victor, Amato slams the door to his Mercedes sedan and starts heading across the back lot toward the Ragnarok precinct. His dirty blond hair flutters in the stormy breeze. I don't really need new friends right now, I say as I walk beside him. Allies then, not after last time he glances over at me from behind his wayfarer style shades, but says nothing. There's really nothing to be said after all. My first and to date last press conference addressing my recently revealed so walking abilities went less than smoothly. I've been confident as I stood there on the steps, Finn and Ella behind me, awaiting the first question. Then it had slithered out from somewhere in the back from a nervous voice barely loud enough to cut through the electric hum of the crowd. But the shaky words were tinged with accusatory venom. Why do you hide all this time when you could have been helping more people to which I responded with? You don't know who I've been ******* helping things have gone downhill from there. I bite my lip and craned my neck upward toward the gray, shaking the memory off dark clouds lurk above threatening to open up at any time. The temperature has dropped from sweltering to merely sweaty as the final days of summer wind down. We're sneaking into the station through the utility entrance so as to avoid the throng of media vultures buzzing around the front stairs waiting to descend on me. The dying days of summer also marked the death of my privacy. A couple of weeks back, I thought I'd been getting a lot of publicity. There had been ample media coverage about my investigatory exploits relating to M. E. Davis and red samuels. As a result, I've had mail and requests for interviews stacked high in my office turns out I had no freaking idea what actual publicity was but I sure as **** found out when the article dropped bringing back the dead, a new creature revealed By none other than Brandon Eagleson, famed journalist who broke the story of the great reveal 40 years ago. And while nothing could measure up to the societal impact of finding out that vampires, werewolves and the like were real and living among humans, no less discovering that I could reanimate the dead. Wasn't that far behind on the public's oh **** scale. Suffice to say the last two weeks have been completely and utterly insane for me and anyone caught in my remote orbit. This is my life now. Celebrity detective. I've had Tv show offers both reality and scripted. Someone apparently had even optioned the rights to an article written about me beneath the soul walker, catchy name but complete tabloid ********. Then there had been the thousands of emails and calls offering ungodly sums to speak with dead loved ones almost as many requests on cold cases across the country, both from private parties and local governments reporters had staked out the office precinct, my apartment. It was relentless and then anything but prepared. That ill fated, impromptu press conference had taught me one important lesson though. When journalists smelled blood in the water, they'd spit you up and chew you out until there was nothing left but bone meal. So I was giving reporters a wide berth until further notice. At least no one had tried to kidnap me or forced me to do anything nefarious yet. But that day could come again, Which was why I was walking around, strapped 24 7.