“I didn’t see you,” Miller whispered, showing her a photo of Duke. “He did.”
Walking out into the bright Texas sun, Miller felt the ghosts of his past finally fall silent. He wasn’t the man who had let the white van go anymore. He was the man who had looked at a hay bale and seen a human soul. He opened the cruiser door for Duke and climbed back into the driver’s seat. The highway was still there, vast and dangerous, but Miller was ready for the next shadow. He pulled onto the road, a hunter returning to the watch.
