After the debacle at the high school I have continued doubling down on my desire to solve more and more high profile cases. This, of course, has been a slow and steady rise, however with my more recent string of successes in tracking missing people it feels like the authorities are slowly starting to trust in my expertise.

Just last week there was a rather nasty jewelry store robbery in Beverly Hills. The amount of jewels stolen was quite high, but luckily one of the perpetrators happened to leave behind a single hair. And that was all I needed.

After extricating myself from prying eyes I was able to use my gift to pick up a trail. I lead the police to a rather upscale apartment. One wouldn't think that this would be the hideout of jewelry store robbers, but my gift has not failed me yet.

We got a warrant to search the apartment. The rather upscale couple who lived there were outraged by our intrusion. The swore up and down that we wouldn't find anything, and I have no doubt that would have been true for any normal detective. But in addition to my already admirable abilities, with the addition of a little magic I am something more.

I followed the trail and it curiously led me over their balcony. This was strange at first. I asked an officer to hold me over the edge by the ankles.

The couple yelled even more in outrage, but I saw it. The glint of fear in their eyes. The officer complied, and after dangling upside down like a bat for but a few moments I found it. A set of plastic bags filled with jewels taped to the bottom of the balcony. They tried to run, of course, but they were already trapped.

The paycheck from this case was nice. But the applause I recieved from my police compatriots was all the sweeter.

After my latest misadventure which nearly took my life, I decided that it was time for the next stage of my career. During many of the cases that I've been sent on, I ended up working with various international intelligence agencies in the investigation and clean up of said events. I had worked twice with the American FBI and once with the Canada's CSIS. I have lately phone that, just as in my normal career as a private investigator that working with local law enforcement can be most beneficial, however, as I discovered in my first contract that lack of official credintials outside of my detective's badge can be a bit of a hinder.

Thus, in order to strengthen both my position and my authority, I decided to submit my application to join Interpol. With the appropriate Interpol credentials, I would be able to more freely coordinate with local law enforcement and hopefully have a stronger stance to get culprits and citizens to cooperate. I filed online, as one does, and after a reasonable time I recieved an email back. I had been accepted. Huzzah!

The email said that I was off for two weeks of training in beautiful Scottland. I took a moment to relish in my victory and celebrate at my favorite cat cafe (the one with the exceptional desserts), before backing my bags and heading off to the beautiful land of kilts and bagpipes. The training was intense, but also extremely educational. I learned a lot, made lots of potential new friends, and passed with flying colors. I look forward to putting my new training to use in the future, though hopefully when I do the circumstances won't be quite so perlilous.