The story so far:
After I made the call, it didn’t take long for the boss to arrive with a whole squad of magehunters. They cleared the place out, tracked down the hotel Willsey’d been staying, found her laptop with all her dirty secrets inside. Turns out she was one of the main originators of all that Fenstermacher garbage online. She’d started most of the websites, posted the diagrams and directions, facilitated discussions, the whole nine yards.
Once that laptop was in the hands of the tech guys, they started tracking down the others who’d gotten deep in this stuff. Most of the sites are shut down now, and the rest will be before long. The science lab even managed to use the information on those sites to come up with a way for people to protect themselves from this kind of stuff, even the MLMs.
I returned home the next day and headed back to work. The boss told me I should take some time off, get a little well-earned vacation leave, but I told him I’m fine. I did my job, and now I’m ready for the next one. I’m not some pansy that has to curl up with a blankie and whine to a shrink every time a case gets difficult.
He gave me that sigh he always gives when I’m right about something, then assigned me to the task force working on tracking down and dealing with the rest of Fenstermacher’s fans. He didn’t make me the lead of the task force, of course. Heaven forbid that I get proper credit for all my work. But at least I’m working under David. He’s reasonable enough, and I know how to work around him if the situation calls for it.
One last thing. When I was walking into work today, I happened to pass the Maker. He smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. It was nice. Not in a cheesy, ‘I’m some loser who needs validation from everyone’ way, but in a ‘it’s nice that he finally recognizes that I can do things right’ way. After all, I brought Willsey down myself, and that was after he’d suggested I leave the case! Granted, maybe if I had, I’d have noticed what was up with Grif, but that’s beside the point. I still came out on top. The results are all that matter.
Anyway, that’s not the odd part. When I got inside the precinct, I mentioned that I hadn’t realized the Maker was back in town already. Jake got all huffy like he does when anyone talks about the Maker and declared that the Maker is on the other side of the country right now.
Which is impossible, of course. There’s no way he could be all the way there and still have walked past me this morning.
Maybe I should take that vacation after all.