The confessing codes need a master to handle them. They cannot be interpreted by one who is an amateur of the craft. Everybody confesses everything, their deepest crimes and fears in everyday language. For a code-breaker it is simple to follow the trail and expose them all. Gemma was one of the linguists who could break them. Some saw what she did as magic, yet in truth she was partnered to the positive universe, a tool of the divine force and saw nothing special in herself. She was as natural as the trees and the fish in the oceans. Yet in the "junk" speech, the ad libs and the stories people tell, in their creative flourishes, there are clues. Much is actually junk, fears of nothing and misplaced guilt, yet a master such as her could tell what was real because the universe placed flags only she could detect, shone lights that only she could see. It was as if her soul shone a black light and the criminals were marked in some invisible ink. She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue.
A good detective sees the clues and logic, yes, however a great detective is able to immerse themselves in the emotional complexity of the social ether and start to make life better.
There was so much more emotionality to being a great detective than she'd ever expected. In every case there were so very many heartbreaking stories on all sides. Yet in all that mess her job was to create the kind of order in which good stories could become a reality in more lives and the rest become consigned to history.
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