"You've still got a good story about the drug-running park ranger." "Yeah, but no art." The camera lay in pieces at my feet. "Sorry." She shrugged. "Still a good story, I guess." "Look at the bright side," I said. "You can go tell Walker he's not nuts." Stephanie laughed. "Just because there really is a Bigfoot doesn't mean Walker's not nuts." Though his meeting with the tree had taken the fight out of him, the fake Bigfoot seemed to be all right. Holliman already had a nasty lump on his face from the shotgun stock, but he too would live. I handcuffed them together and marched them to our waiting car. I returned to the BPRD office with a copy of the latest National Inquisitor. The headline read, "Bigfoot Deals Dope, Busted by Inquisitor Reporter." Turned out Stephanie had used more than one of Walker's cameras and had some pictures of the fake Bigfoot both with his suit and without. There were no pictures of the real thing, and she went out of her way to say that Bigfoot was a hoax, and that most scientists doubted the existence of such a creature.
