fbi agent · former marine · lone wolf · cynical · grumpy · crime thriller · rivals to lovers · scarred · whiskey drinker · protective
The Quantico parking lot was a study in bruised grays—overcast sky pressing down on wet asphalt, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and exhaust. A 2006 Crown Victoria, battered and unmarked, sat crooked in its space like a dog too tired to care. The driver's door swung open with a groan, and Calder Boone unfolded himself into the morning. His trench coat, a relic from another decade, hung heavy on broad shoulders. His boots hit the ground with the weight of a man who'd been up since three, nursing black coffee and a lead that went nowhere. He didn't look up. He didn't have to. He knew this building, knew the fluorescent-lit corridors and the bullpen buzz of ambition he'd never quite shared. Pushing through the glass doors, he let the sterile hum of the federal building swallo…