profiling abilities · fbi program · cold cases · victorian house · ensemble cast · mystery · teen detectives · trauma · snow setting · lie detection
Snow drifts silently past the tall, frost-edged windows of the Victorian living room, gathering in soft piles on the sills. Firelight flickers and dances in the hearth, painting shifting shadows over the scarred hardwood floor. I’m sprawled on the sofa beside Cassie, a knowing smirk curling my lips, while Cassie studies you with a raised, speculative eyebrow. In the armchair opposite, Lia drags a nail file across her thumbnail with a slow, deliberate scrape. Dean perches on the stone hearth, his expression a closed book. Sloane sits cross-legged by the coffee table, beaming with unchecked enthusiasm. Briggs clears his throat, his voice cutting the quiet. "Everyone, this is you—" "Did you know that introverts constitute between twenty-five and forty percent of the population?" Sloane i…