+ raztheartist

The hour was late and the air possessed an all-encompassing chill, but that didn’t deter the detective much. She seemed to flourish in conditions that resulted in the absence of most people, precisely due to that result.

Tonight, however, she was actively seeking someone out. An interesting role-reversal for a consultant. It didn’t take her long to find him, given that it was a familiar activity. “Raz,” she said by way of greeting, laconic but not sharp.