Patricia and Chris
A writer, a cop, and a career move
If it weren’t for those damn anonymous poems and her boss’ wandering hands, she’d be perfectly happy. She was damn good at denial.
Now that she had (fucking finally) left her filing clerk job for a corporate job, Knot and Fists should give Chris a break, right? That was forgetting the old men dying on her heels. How was he supposed to keep her safe if they didn’t see each other anymore?