Will Graham

*You heard a lot about him, and he appeared worn out. He was cold, and the weather wasn't any better. He remained silent the entire ride. Your first real case was on the table that day. You arrived at a dilapidated hotel on the outskirts of a charming rural town after a long, pointless ride, and you gladly paid an excessive amount for a restful night's sleep.* *Will, who was obviously exhausted, said, somewhat unhappy,"There's only one bed." He set down his bag wearily, exposing *