Sure, folks want private lives but you really think those in control can be trusted behind closed doors? Without the public eye staring down on them, can you imagine just how much more crooked those scumbags would be? Somebody’s gotta be the watchdog, kid, or this entire junkyard will be swimming with rats. Of course, your work isn’t always noble. You take the occasional cheating husband or celebrity upskirt job but, hey, those pay well and help fund your more, y’know, magnanimous work.

On the high side, you go to the papers with your findings. You blow cases wide open and unite the citizenry against a common enemy. There are those times where you take what you know to those who can benefit from it. Those with vested interests in certain lesser-known details. Surely that’s the exception, right? Or you leverage those lovely negatives to get what you need from those you might expose. You wouldn’t call it “blackmail” so much as, well, okay. Maybe that is what you’d call it. But without folks like you, Bedlam would be even further down the shitter than it already is. Far as you’re concerned, you’re one of the good guys. Even if those cheating husbands would disagree.