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Previously

…“A shame, Detective,” Silas said, his voice smooth and unhurried, devoid of any emotion. “You were so close. But then, so was he.” Miller’s blood ran cold. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that he wasn’t going to make it out of this room alive. The whispers had been true. Silas was the fixer. And he always got what he wanted. The chase was over. For Zyir, perhaps. But for Miller, the shadows had just claimed another victim. The city would continue to bleed, its secrets buried deeper than ever.