The worst encounter

Previously

…A shiver ran down her spine, not of fear, but of grim satisfaction. She had him. The calculated risk had paid off. Against medical advice, against Miller’s protests, she had discharged herself, and in doing so, she had found the key. The killer had underestimated her, had thought her broken and defeated. But he had merely forged her resolve into something sharper, something more dangerous. Arthur Finch, the quiet artisan, was about to learn the true meaning of a hunter’s instinct. The hunt was far from over, but now, Zee had the scent. And she would not rest until she brought him down.