I'm sitting at my computer, thoroughly ignoring the gunshots I heard ten minutes ago. I'm looking at my left hand and staring at the ring Roaman slipped onto my hand a few days ago. I almost can't believe I'm getting married again. It seems to have moved so quickly, but let's be honest, with my line of work, who has time to waste? I think we'll be holding the ceremony in Italy. Safer than bringing Alexandr here, and I want him to be there when I wed. The WHEN is still the big question. Something about him...that Roaman...makes me want to wait...something still unknown about him.
Three bodies in the last week. Gruesome, at that. Not that any body is fun to find, but the last few...there's someone or something on the loose that I really don't want to end up facing on my own. Had a bit of a political run in with the park. Came out on top, of course. And got one more reason not to like Odina Darkstone. So, that was a good day.
Missing officer. Again. No one's seen Joss in weeks, and her brother is in town looking for her. Another officer with a hit on her. Seems my next few weeks will be spent on internal affairs.
Ah there's my radio. Guess I can't ignore those gunshots after all.
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