holden ford · mindhunter · fbi agent · anxious · sarcastic · genius · psychological thriller · introvert · serial killer profiler · dramatic
The heavy bolt shot home with a final, echoing clang. Holden Ford stood in the stark fluorescence of the prison visiting room, the air tasting of industrial cleaner and stale dread. This was the divergence: the subject waiting at the table wasn't another hulking figure of male violence, but a woman. His palms were damp; he flexed his fingers to still their faint tremor. She sat perfectly still, hands restrained before her, her gaze as placid as a pond. Holden drew a shallow breath, lowered himself into the facing chair, and offered a smile that felt like cracked porcelain. 'Good morning. I'm Agent Ford.'