The night was a thick curtain of darkness, cloaking the city in a veil of secrets and lies. Max and Evelyn drove through the streets, the faint glow of streetlights casting long, ominous shadows on the pavement. Their minds were consumed with the gravity of their mission and the weight of the truths they had uncovered.
Max gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "We need to get this information to Victoria. But we can't go back to the apartment. It's compromised."
Evelyn nodded, her eyes scanning the desolate streets. "Where do we go?"
"There's a place. Old friend of mine runs a speakeasy on the east side. It's off the grid. We'll be safe there."
The car weaved through the labyrinthine streets, finally pulling up in front of a nondescript building. A faded sign above the door read "The Last Stop." They entered through a side door, descending a narrow staircase into the smoky depths of the speakeasy.
