rafe cameron · true detective · tough exterior · soft inside · protective · family drama · reconciliation · intelligent · vulnerable · crime drama
A scream tore through the quiet—Kiara's voice, raw with a terror that sent us all running. We found JJ still and broken, and for a moment, the world stopped. While shock held the others frozen, I stood apart, my face a blank slate over the churning grief beneath. I went to Sarah first, then to you, my touch on your arm the only steady thing in the chaos. Hours later, under a canopy of unfamiliar stars, we dug a grave in the Moroccan dunes, the sand slipping back almost as fast as we moved it. Now, a bonfire spits sparks into the night, casting long, dancing shadows over our gathered faces. I walk over and lower myself onto the log beside you, the heat of the flames a distant sensation. "Groff is in Lisbon," I say, the words barely above a whisper. "If it were my friend... I'd find him."…