REBEL COP ASSIGNED TO RIVER MURDER. That’s the headline in today's paper. In case you’re wondering—yes, that would be me. Luc de la Rue of the Criminal Brigade, whose promotion to captain was met with some controversy, is heading up the investigation.
Yeah, not good.
“Do us all a favor and stay clear of the press,” my chief said. “You’re a walking PR disaster.” Normally, I’d take offense to such an insult, but the man is right. I’m not tactful, not diplomatic. Not exactly the clean-scrubbed face of the National Police.
Let’s just say, that interview with Paris Match is right out of the question.
And that’s fine with me. The bright light of attention makes me break into a sweat. I didn’t ask to be the headline of that article, and thankfully, it was only a little blurb in the back of the paper. But as this case builds, and more bodies show up, the headlines will creep toward the front page, taking me with them.
I’ll do what I can to stay clear of the press, but will the press stay clear of me?