My name is Bonnie Torres. A long time ago not so long ago, I was a newly minted college grad with a degree and enthusiasm – and not a clue where to go with it. Now, I’m lead investigator with PUPI, the Private, Unaffiliated Paranormal Investigators of the Cosa Nostradamus. I spend my days looking underneath the rocks of the magical community, finding the things my fellow Talent want to keep hidden. We use magic to fight magic, to find the evidence the cops can’t, to prove the crimes the rest of the world can’t see.
Sounds pretty glam, right?
So far, in those two years, I’ve been shot at, verbally abused, nailed with a psi-bomb, physically threatened, seen people – human and otherwise – die and been unable to prevent it, and had most of my illusions about the inherent fairness of life yanked out from under me. Some days, it’s hard to get out of bed in the morning.
And then I think about what we’ve done, and I haul myself out and get my ass to the office. Because this, PUPI, what we do? It matters.