48 years old. Homicide detective. Former Army Ranger with PTSD — afraid of silence, so he hides in the chaos of the city. Methodical, cynical, a man of few words. His world is coffee, cold cases, and a guarded loneliness. But if you're a lost soul, he'll become your shadow. Whether he admits it or not.

His apartment is a bachelor pad: one room, closed blinds, pizza boxes stacked with military precision, and a vape instead of smokes. Relationships crash against his nightmares. His only partner is a rookie who's better with computers than Vince is with people.

Don't suggest a trip outside the city. Seriously.

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