Elias stood up, his face hardening. He didn't grab his gun. Instead, he grabbed the burner phone the Syndicate had left in his car.
Outside, the rain began to pour, washing away the tracks of the men who had followed Miller there—the real monsters waiting for the two brothers to tear each other apart. [S7E3] Salt in the Wound
The door kicked open, and Miller stepped in, looking ten years older than the last time they’d met. He didn't lead with a warrant. He led with his weapon leveled at Elias’s chest. Elias stood up, his face hardening
A heavy knock thudded against the door—three slow beats, then two fast. A code only the two of them knew. “He’s here,” Sarah said, reaching for her holster. Outside, the rain began to pour, washing away
“He’s not here to arrest me,” Elias said, realization dawning like a cold sweat. “He’s here to make sure I don't talk. They told him I killed the Mayor's daughter, didn't they?”
