The Secret Code of Arthur Miller

Summary

I went back to my hometown to visit my wife's grave. It had been three years since she passed away.

I was sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. Beside me, her older brother, Grant, stood in silence, nursing a cigarette.

That night, while we were drinking together, he threw out a question as if it meant nothing.

"By the way, did you and Jenna have a friend in the Bureau? Someone named Arthur Miller?"

The hand holding my glass trembled violently.

Arthur Miller wasn't a real person.

He was