They call him the Cold Case King of Boston. He talks like he’s translating death, and solves cases like he’s trying to bury himself with them. The Bureau poaches him straight from BPD and hands him the Cold Case Division on a silver platter. I’m just supposed to be a SWAT liaison. But when a man walks in looking divinely haunted with those damn hurricane eyes and a mind wired to ghosts you pay attention. I’d seen him on the news.
Being swept into the current is another matter entirely.
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