Although there is so much vast space in the world, even though there is only a little space to accommodate you, it is nowhere to be found. When you seek sound, there is only silence. When you seek silence, there comes a continual prophecy. (Haruki Murakami)
Criminal psychology short story fanfic, Hotch related.
"What you see of me is just the mirror image in your mind."
The author is a newcomer, the case is original and not the focus, and the writing style is very light, that's it.
Didn't you say you were sending gold bars?