Michael Marsden was outstanding in his field, with eminent qualifications in forensics to cover the length of your arm. His work had been adopted by law enforcement globally and the model for forensic units for the past eight years. Astounding cutting edge advancements credited to Marsden weren’t new but this one had the police buzzing and they’d set up a briefing and requested the presence of “Informed Police” to cover the event.
Celeste, always thorough, had delved into his background for the article she’d been asked to write on Marsden and learned he’d become intrigued and begun studying in his mid-teens and hadn’t looked back.
She also knew he had vehemently refused interviews over the years, preferring to keep his private life private, indicating his work spoke for itself. She couldn’t help therefore help feeling intrigued when he’d agreed to do the interview if conducted by her. Celeste’s name wasn’t a household name in the cop world, but she’d written a few articles for Informed Police that had been published and for which several cops still applauded her.
Celeste was always well prepared, never took sides, and presented the information with a “need to know” outlook. She wasn’t given to sensationalism or pitting one party against the next, but in depicting the reality of why whoever she was writing about felt as they did. She wanted facts and she presented them fairly so everyone reading could make an informed decision. It was who she was, what she stood for. It hadn’t always garnered her praise or approval by those in charge even if it was factual and truthful.
So she would head into this interview with as much background information as she could find, not necessarily to present it, since that wasn’t the focus of the article, but so she had a complete understanding of who Marsden was, what he stood for, what his values were. It was important and carried weight for the article she’d write. Celeste was excited at the prospect, not in a “cub reporter” mindset, but because she’d long admired Marsden’s work ethic and knew there had to be something underlying that gave him the integrity by which he stood.