junehokshi
Evy Elvergaard doesn't trust the government.
Jacob Winter is unfortunately government-shaped.
He's a financial-crime investigator: calm, patient, offensively ethical, and built like a man Evy would very much like to climb. She's an anti-fraud genius with questionable impulse control, an even more questionable relationship with rules, and TINX-a system she absolutely does not want the police touching.
Avoiding each other would be easier if they didn't already share everyone.
Jacob is Viktor's best friend. Evy is Petra's. Their friends drink at the same bar, invade the same tables, celebrate the same birthdays, and have absolutely no interest in rearranging their lives because two idiots developed inconvenient chemistry.
Then TINX connects their cases.
Libra isn't one scam. It's dozens.
Widows, investors, pensioners, romantics-victims manipulated in completely different ways, yet their stolen money keeps disappearing into the same hidden network.
Worse, Libra's operators are unusually good at one thing:
Making people trust them.
Jacob wants to investigate twelve years of evidence.
Evy wants to build an army of synthetic victims and bait Libra into calling.
This is approximately how all their arguments go.
As the case grows, old frauds begin connecting, familiar names appear where they shouldn't, and somebody starts looking less like a criminal mastermind and more like a teacher.
Meanwhile, Jacob and Evy have developed another problem.
They want each other.
Badly.
But this isn't a stranger they can kiss, regret and never see again. Their people are tangled together. Their jobs are tangled together. And neither of them is willing to risk the friendships that have become home just because keeping their hands off each other is becoming increasingly unrealistic.
So they agree to slow down, think carefully, and absolutely not act on it.
This goes about as well as everything else Evy has ever promised not to do.