Victoria K Martin
Three hours before sunset . . .
As expected, the precinct was busy and bustling near the end of the day shift. While some might have found the noise and activity overwhelming, for Zelda it was invigorating. So much of her existence had been spent standing still.
She passed the front desk without any issues. After five years as a supernatural liaison, she was recognized by pretty much everyone now. While she expected this, it still bothered her—she worked best when she could pass without notice. It would soon be time to get a new mask, a new human face that no one knew. Since most of her work occurred outside of the building, she could wait another year or so. Just enough time that her present face might begin to feel comfortable.
She found her human partner, Detective
