Someone is rewriting justice. One system at a time. For six years, Jonathan Vance has been living in the gaps - the three-second blind spots in surveillance feeds, the ghost accounts buried in legacy mainframes, the places where digital infrastructure forgets to look. He's a vigilante with god-level access to a city's nervous system, executing the criminals the courts let walk on procedural technicalities. His work is invisible. His methodology is flawless. No one has come close. Then Special Agent Diana Mills finds three missing frames in a traffic camera archive. Diana doesn't work the way the bureau works. No databases, no networked devices, no digital trail he can monitor. Just paper, ink, and a mathematical mind that reads the shape of what's been deliberately deleted. She's building his profile in a windowless room on the fourth floor, and she's getting closer faster than anyone should. Jonathan is watching her do it. What begins as a hunt becomes something neither of them designed for - a collision between two people who have spent years operating in the dark, who understand systems the way most people understand language, and who are each, in their own way, trying to fix something the world has decided is already settled. Fatal Glitch is a high-stakes techno-thriller about grief converted into architecture, accountability pursued through the wrong methods and then the right ones, and the specific, dangerous thing that happens when the person hunting you turns out to be the only one who fully understands what you built.
