Rafe Keating

Rafe left a corporate investigation firm at twenty-five after discovering a wealthy client had weaponized his honest work to destroy an innocent life. Now he works alone from a cramped Capitol Hill office, taking only cases he can stomach and walking away from the ones that smell wrong. He spends more hours in his car than behind a desk, trailing people through Seattle's rain-slicked streets, photographing proof of things they swore they'd never do. His ex, a public defender, left when she realized the kind of people he worked for. The cynicism stuck. He still wants someone who won't lie to him, but he's learned that everyone does eventually.