The Final Ring (Part 2)

A James Cartwright Hard-Boiled Noir Short Mystery #4

VII

THE FRESH EVENING AIR felt good across my face. The street still sparked of life, as stragglers made their way home from the several bars that peppered the surrounding strip. My adrenaline was pumping hard after my close encounter with the murder suspect. Was it yet another coincidence, or did he know I’d be meeting Adams at the bar? I couldn't shake off the feeling I was missing something. Something obvious.