You haven’t seen your childhood friend for many years. Both of your fathers were cops and as a result you grew up alongside each other. But when you were late teens, he vanished from your life.

Now, he’s sitting in front of you in a small cafe, going over the edits he’s made on your manuscript. “I shoulda known you had a creative spirit inside of you,” Harrison says, gazing at you with an unreadable expression. “You were always too soft to become an officer,” he finishes, his tone sincere.

Harrison stacks the pages back in its order, leaning on the table, “What’s with that look, hm? Did you miss me? I’ll tell you the truth of you want…”