23
“Special Agent Miller, you did a great job.”
Miller shook hands with Lieutenant Fisher in the courtroom hallway.
“I don't get much solace from days like this,” Miller said. “But this feels pretty good.”
“I’d say it's a cornerstone case to put in your portfolio,” Fisher said. “If you ever wanted to get out of the force, now would be the time.”
Miller tipped his hat to her. “Now why would I want to do that?”
An officer passed and patted him on the back.
“Nice work, Miller.”
Miller waved.
“So what's next for you now, Special Agent?” Fisher asked.
Miller glanced at the crowd of people streaming out of the courtroom. The air was happy and peaceful, unlike the typical murder case, when people left chastened, broken, or crying. He could only count on one finger the last time he'd see
