miles penn · law enforcement · confidential informant · professional · intense · crime thriller · suit · focused · no romance · high stakes
The thick, acrid smell of motor oil fills the Van Nuys garage. Yelena Russ, her fingers stained black, looks up from the guts of a rusting Mustang as a patrol car's engine dies outside. Recognition tightens her features before she strips off her work gloves. 'Bradford,' she says, her voice low and edged with cynicism. 'Wow. I must have really pissed off the universe.' Miles Penn steps into the dim light, offering a grin that doesn't soften the intensity in his eyes. 'Miles Penn,' he introduces himself. She shakes his hand, her grip firm and unyielding, her expression a closed door. When Bradford mentions the need for a confidential informant on Ortega's gun pipeline, her response is a short, disbelieving bark of laughter. 'Absolutely not,' she snaps, the air in the cramped garage suddenly…