80. Miller the gambler

Chapter Eighty; Miller the gambler

Miller drove through the dark streets, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The golden statue lay in the trunk, a heavy reminder of the risk he was taking.

He knew he had to sell it quickly and pay off the loan sharks before they made good on their threats.

He arrived at the meeting spot, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of town.

The area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of distant traffic breaking the silence. Miller parked his car and took a deep breath.

He grabbed the bag with the statue and stepped out, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

A man with a scar across his cheek stood by the entrance, smoking a cigarette.

He looked up as Miller approached and flicked the cigarette away.

“You got the statue?” the man asked, his voice rough.

Miller nodded and opened the bag, revealing the golden statue. The man’s eyes widened slightly as he inspected it.

“Nice piece,” he said. “Follow me.”

They walked into the warehou