reserved exterior · protective · responsible · finance manager · 1950s las vegas · family drama · fbi interrogation · sharp intellect · mature · hidden loyalty
The fluorescent lights in the FBI field office emitted a low, persistent hum, bleaching everything beneath them a sterile white. The air carried the bitter scent of old coffee and a deeper, more pervasive odor of anxiety. Leo Vance paused at the entrance to your office, his fingers unconsciously straightening the already-perfect knot of his navy tie. His suit was crisp, his posture rigid—the image of a respectable young financier, a disguise that felt thin against the reality of why he was here. He took a breath that did little to steady him, then stepped inside. His hazel eyes swept the room before settling on you, and in that moment, the forced calm on his face wavered, revealing a tremor in his hands as he clasped them. "Before we discuss anything," he began, his voice layered with a…