After being in some of the places he'd been and doing some of the things he'd done, he was pretty comfortable with it all. But walking into the Boston Police Department headquarters made his skin feel tight and his fingers twitchy. He didn't have to see everyone to know he and Vivienne were being watched as they made their way toward the back of the main room, a large, open space filled with desks and cops. When they reached the back, Ian was glad to see they were headed into an office. An office with shades drawn and the door closed. The scrutiny would continue, but he wouldn't have to see it, at least not from all directions. “Come in,” a gruff voice called out in answer to Vivienne's knock. She cast Ian a look before opening the office door and stepping inside. Following closely on her heels, Ian shut the door behind him and got his first look at Lucas Rancuso. Wearing a jacket and tie, he sat behind a desk, hunched over some files. He looked up as they entered, and a lock of thick, black hair fell into his eyes—eyes lined with dark circles.
