Chapter 157

Miller’s strategy

That evening, Mr. Larkin prepared to meet his contact. He left the house quietly, not wanting to draw Miller's attention. Mrs. Larkin gave him a worried look as he slipped out the door.

"Be careful," she whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I will," he assured her, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "This might be our only chance."

Driving through the low-lit streets, Mr. Larkin's mind raced. He rehearsed what he would say, how he would explain the situation without giving too much away. His heart pounded as he approached the meeting spot, a secluded café on the outskirts of town.

His contact was already there, sitting in a dark corner. Mr. Larkin joined him, the weight of the situation pressing down on his shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Mr. Larkin began, his voice low.

The man nodded, his expression serious. "You said it was urgent. What’s going on?"

Mr. Larkin took a deep breath and explained, carefully omitting any sensitive details. "I need to find the Shaman