Unfinished Business

Previously

…Back in his car, Miller pulled out his phone and began typing a discreet message to his informant network. He needed more on Taji Dante Glenn. He needed to know about his “other responsibilities.” He needed to understand the significance of the serpent. The rain had stopped, but the city felt heavier, darker, as if the very air was saturated with secrets and unspoken dread. He knew that the hunter’s gaze was now firmly fixed, and the prey, whether it knew it or not, was about to be cornered. The night was young, and the whispers in the alley were about to grow into a deafening roar.