CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jace's POV

Any shift that involved me meeting with the older Miller was definitely exhausting. Handling one was tiring enough, but two?

That was suicide!

I arrived at Mr Miller's door and heaved a heavy sigh before I knocked.

“Come in,” came his gruff voice from within.

I opened the door and peeked in. Louis Hale was standing stiffly in front of Mr Miller's desk looking very uncomfortable. It was funny how he hadn't gotten used to the man all these years working with him.

“So, he's been out on two occasions?”

“Yes, according to the report I got.”

“What for?”

“I'm afraid I have no idea.”

“What do I pay you for if you can't account for those around me?” He then switches almost immediately, “James that sonafabitch! If he's up to something, I'll kill him!”

“My apologies sir. I'll inform our PI about him.”

I stand around feeling awkward until Mr Miller finally looks in my direction.

“Ah! Hudson… have a seat.”

With that, Hale excused himself and walked away.

I sat down and he smiled. I mas