Elle Greenaway stares at the case files on her desk. It’s her job to organize them by the category of crime, but she can’t overcome the immeasurable wave of boredom rushing over her every time she has to pick up those papers. All she wants is to be on the field. Doing something, anything—

—A door opens across the office, distracting Elle from her thoughts and transferring her attention to the agent walking beside the team’s liaison.

She immediately stands up and approaches the two. “I'm Elle.” A firm, solid handshake is her form of greeting. “Like the letter.”