Under the faint glow of a flickering street lamp, Max and Elena unfolded the web of corruption spelled out across the crinkled papers from the dossier. The café was nearly empty, save for a lone waitress idly wiping down a counter, the scent of stale coffee mingling with the damp night air.
Elena's finger traced the names and numbers, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Look at this—half the city council is on this list. And there's your mayoral candidate, Dolan. He's knee-deep in this mess."
Max sipped his coffee, bitter on his tongue as the reality of their discovery. "We knew this city was dirty, but this…" His voice trailed off, the weight of their find sinking in.
The bell above the door jingled softly as a figure slipped inside, a low hat shadowing his features. Max tensed, his hand inching toward his gun under the table. The man approached, his eyes darting around before settling on them.
"You're Max Dalton?" His voice was rough, like gravel grinding underfoot.
Max nodded, his posture rigid. "Who's asking?"
The stranger slid into the booth, his gaze locked on the dossier. "Name's Cole. I'm not your enemy, but I've got a message for you. Lay off the Mayor's race. You're poking a hornet's nest."
Elena snorted, disbelief etching her features. "And you just waltzed in here to warn us out of the goodness of your heart?"
Cole's laugh was dry, humorless. "Hardly. Let's just say there are some of us who prefer the current mess. You start cleaning up, and things might get worse before they get better—for everyone."
Max leaned in, his voice low and threatening. "We're not in the habit of letting threats dictate our moves."
Cole stood, his message delivered, his silhouette melding with the shadows as he spoke. "Not a threat, detective. A promise. There are bigger monsters in this city than you can imagine. And they don't take kindly to chains being rattled."
With that, he was gone, leaving a chill that wasn't just from the night air. Elena glanced at Max, her resolve hardening. "What do you think?"
Max's eyes were cold, determined. "I think we've just found our reason to dig even deeper. If they're scared, it means we're on the right track."
They gathered the papers, the information a torch they were all too willing to carry into the depths of the city's shadows. As they stepped out into the night, the city seemed to watch, its whispers a mixture of warnings and challenges.
Elena broke the tense silence as they approached their car, parked under a flickering streetlight. "We're going to need help. This is bigger than us, bigger than anything we've tackled before."
Max nodded, his mind racing through a list of potential allies and old favors that could be called upon. "Let's start pulling in some markers. If this city wants a fight, we'll give it one it won't forget."
As they drove away, the darkness seemed to press closer, the dossier between them a beacon and a burden, their course set towards an uncertain dawn.