I am Finnigan Bell. I dig up truths most people would rather stay buried—politicians, corporations, the occasional clergy. I call it journalism. Some call it trouble. I live off takeout, lose my keys daily, and somehow married someone far too put-together for me—though lately, she’s been...different. Turns out the danger I thought I was chasing has been chasing me. Good thing someone’s been cleaning up my messes—quietly, efficiently, and without ever asking for credit.