Westfall

The premise

Silas Westfall spent a decade making people disappear for a man he trusted.

A former ISA operator, Silas knows how the work is supposed to end — clean, deniable, off the books. What he doesn’t know is that his handler has been running a private program of his own. Meridian. Buried inside a Northern Virginia defense contractor. Funded by sovereign money laundered through a chain of shells too clean to be coincidence. No oversight. No chain of command. No exit.

A teammate who walked away left a cache before they could close his file. Documents. Video. A name. And someone his handler never wanted found.

By the time Silas opens it, the only people who know what Meridian is are the ones running it — and the ones it’s already buried.

The register

WESTFALL is a prestige spy thriller in the tradition of Sicario and Zero Dark Thirty — ground-truth tradecraft, corporate forensics, and the slow detonation of a man learning that the most dangerous thing in this world is a receipt.

The build

Drafted in JotterDown — the writer-OS I’m building. Continuity, canon, and entity drift across chapters are tracked structurally rather than in a hand-maintained Bible. Long-context chapter work runs through Claude. Fast inline assists run through Gemini and ChatGPT. Grok handles late-night research questions where speed beats polish.

Status: in-progress. No release date. The plot is finished; the prose is not.