THIRD PERSON POV; NARRATOR'S POV

Detective Miller parked her car in a desolate place. There was another car in front waiting. It was an abandoned factory. A flour mill from what she could tell.

The moment she stepped out someone else did too. A middle aged man in crisp dark suit and dark rimmed glasses.

He walked towards her.

“Took you long enough,” he said stopping right in front of her.

“I was held up by a boring family gathering.”

The man just nodded and smirked.

“The ...