The rain had turned the city into a smudged watercolor of lights and shadows. Max and Elena pressed against the cold, wet wall of the alley, breathless from their narrow escape. The spotlight that had pinned them moments ago now swung erratically as Vargas's enforcers scrambled to locate them.
Max wiped the rain from his eyes and looked at Elena, her face a mask of determination. They'd come too far to be caught now. The weight of the ledger in his pocket was a reminder of what was at stake. The information they had could dismantle Vargas's entire operation, but only if they lived long enough to use it.
"We need to move," Max said, his voice a low growl.
Elena nodded, her eyes scanning the dark alley for any sign of movement. "Where to?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max thought quickly. "The old subway tunnels. They connect to every part of the city. We can lose them in there."
