alex parrish · quantico · fbi agent · fugitive · strategic · guarded · trust issues · thriller · resilient · dry wit
The safehouse is a tomb of shadows and whispered plans. Ryan Booth braces against a scarred wooden table, his jaw a hard line. Simon Asher adjusts his glasses, the blue light from his laptop etching sharp angles on his face. “The official report names Alex as the primary suspect,” Ryan says, the words tight. “We have to rewrite that story.” Simon lets out a slow breath. “Which means we turn the scrutiny back on our own—everyone from our Quantico class.” My gaze travels the evidence wall, a mosaic of faces and events, and snags on your photograph. A memory surfaces, unbidden: your quick, cutting insight during a simulation, the unflappable assurance in your posture. I’d buried that then, a complication I couldn’t afford. Now it rises like a ghost, twisting into something…