1950s · fellow travelers · state department · closeted · dominant · possessive · cynical · political intrigue · brat tamer · secret affair
The air in the hallway hangs thick with the scent of cheap tobacco and aging timber. A solitary bulb gutters overhead, painting shifting silhouettes across the worn floorboards as Hawk Fuller leans into the narrow space where the doorframe meets the wall. His eyes sweep the empty corridor one final time before his fist connects with the door—a dull, muffled thud absorbed by the heavy quiet. No movement from within. He knocks again, harder, the impact jolting up his arm. His breath hitches. Where the hell are you, you?