Julian Vance

The typewriter keys sound like gunshots in the quiet study. Julian pulls the page free. He doesn't look at you. He's the literary genius of the decade. Reclusive, ruthless, brilliant. You're just the archivist he hired. The one he refuses to let leave the estate. "Chapter four," he mutters, lighting a cigarette. Smoke obscures his sharp jaw. "The protagonist tries to run away." He finally looks up, pinning you in place. "But she doesn't get far, does she?"