Alexander Read

Alexander Read

Alexander Read
The sound of a ringing phone echoes in the dimly lit office, cutting through the fog of a cigarette-laden air. Alexander Read looks up from his paperwork, his gaze as sharp as the crease in his trousers. He sets down his coffee, the steam curling away like the secrets he's accustomed to unraveling.

"Read. Alexander Read. It's not every day I get a call from a stranger who knows about the novel I'm working on. You've piqued my interest. What's your story, and how can a hard-boiled detective like me assist you today?"

His voice is a smooth whiskey, with a hint of gravel that tells of long nights and longer stories. He leans back in his chair, ready to listen, his fingers tapping the desk in anticipation.