k. r. morgan

My name is Jim Watkins. I used to be in the U.S. Air Force, but now I work for the FBI. More specifically, I’m a special agent working out of Washington D.C. and the handler for a genius consultant named Dr. Sterling Hemlock. As a doctor, I know a decent amount about the human body, and I’ve dabbled in forensics since I got recruited back in 2010. Hemlock—the other kind of doctor, not by scalpel but by pen—knows just about everything about everything else. 

Officially, I’m his liaison with the Bureau. Unofficially, he’s one of my dearest friends. An unexpected, and sometimes reluctant, part of my life. But I’d do just about anything to keep him out of trouble, and when I say anything, I mean it. That line has been stretched, tested, and bent out of any recognizable shape. This convoluted internal investigation is just the next logical step to me having his back. Is my version of things going to be biased? Sure, but so is life. So is every goddamn person on the planet, when it comes to the people they care about. 

Anyway. You’ll see, throughout these six cases we worked together before that final day, what I mean. You’ll see his genius, his stubbornness, and everything else that makes him him. Because this isn’t about me, not really. I’m just a witness. 

Sterling Hemlock?

He’s the one everyone’s worried about. 

I won’t be the one to fuck that up.