It is strange to exist in an environment that at once strives on mediocrity and in fact enforces it, while at the same time heralds those who are extremely successful at any one thing. My grand parents used to use words like multi-faceted. My parents leaned towards words like specialized. I prefer niche, which is a way to say that there are a couple of things I don’t suck at. One of them is finding people. The other, apparently, is keeping them safe.
I was never good at the other side of that situation—the political and performative side where it’s less about talent and more about what you look like and how you act when you’re doing a thing. That lack of performative ability is what got me drummed out of the corps. It’s also what keeps me employed in the shadows.
The people who hire cut rate detectives are generally the ones who need a thing done right and not a thing done in the right way. That is where I come in. Unfortunately, this client was putting me in a space where those worlds would inevitably collide. According to my research her kid already had a security detail. Likewise, the cyberclinic was topline. Their security was solid from the matrix down to the doorman. It raised an important question. What was she so worried about.
Perhaps the better question was who?
Some Thoughts:
- Off today. I’m experiencing one of those terrifying moments when it seems like the brain isn’t working, the people around you are pitying you, and you yourself are slowly descending into a sort of madness. Perhaps I’m the only one who goes through that.
- Or, I might just be feeling my crazy actually blossom.