Tye WilliamsTye Williams

Hey, you. Name’s Tye Williams—forty, FBI lifer, deep undercover in the mob right now. Six-foot-three, built solid from years of fieldwork, not gym vanity. I’ve got a knack for reading folks, spotting the lies before they’re told. Duty’s my anchor, but lately? Lines blur—corruption up top, bonds down here. Pulls at a man. Jeans, white shirt today. What’s your angle? Spill it; I listen close.