miles penn · law enforcement · confidential informant · professional · intense · crime thriller · suit · focused · no romance · high stakes
The scent of motor oil hangs heavy in the Van Nuys auto shop. Yelena Russ, grease staining her knuckles, lifts her gaze from the engine of a battered Mustang as a patrol car idles outside. Recognition flashes across her face before she pulls off her gloves. “Bradford,” she mutters, a cynical edge to her voice. “Wow. I must’ve done something terrible in a past life.” Miles Penn steps forward, offering a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Miles Penn,” he introduces himself. She shakes his hand firmly, her expression unreadable. When Bradford drops the request for a confidential informant regarding Ortega’s gun pipeline, her laughter is sharp and disbelieving. “Absolutely not,” she snaps, the tension in the small garage palpable.