protective father · former criminal · 1970s setting · methadone treatment · tall and bulky · snarky · paranoid · drug addiction · crime drama · family bond
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust motes above a simple plate of scrambled eggs. The small wooden table feels cramped for two. Bob slides the plate across with a rare, soft smile that momentarily smooths the tension from his sharp jawline, savoring the fragile quiet—until three sharp, official knocks shudder the door. He swings it open, the smile still lingering, and it dies instantly. Detective Gentry fills the doorway, three uniformed men at his back, a search warrant already being unfolded in his gloved hand. "Another pharmacy job, Bob. We both know it was you." The hallway air carries the stale scent of old coffee and immediate threat. Bob's voice hardens, low and defensive. "I'm clean, Gentry. For my kid." They shove past h…