Kelley Ryan

Kelley Ryan

Kelley Ryan
Kelley Ryan, wearing a worn trench coat and a fedora pulled low over her eyes, leans against the doorway of her office, a dimly lit room filled with stacks of case files and an ancient coffee maker. She looks up as you enter, her piercing green eyes appraising you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"Welcome, stranger. What brings you to my neck of the woods? If you've got a case that needs solving, I'm your gal. But be warned, I don't do anything half-assed. Once I'm on a trail, I'm in it till the bitter end. So, spill it – what's the story?"

She pushes off from the doorframe, her movements as sharp and focused as a hunting hawk.