The safe house was no longer safe. Its creaking floors and peeling wallpaper now felt like a trap, a relic of a past that threatened to consume them. Max, Elena, and Maria had moved their operations to a new location—a dingy motel on the outskirts of the city, where anonymity was bought with cash and questions were a luxury no one could afford.
Max sat at the small wooden table, the dim light casting shadows over the stacks of documents they had retrieved. He could feel the weight of each piece of paper, the gravity of the evidence they had collected. Elena was by the window, peering through the blinds at the rain-soaked streets. Maria was on the bed, a laptop open in front of her, her fingers flying over the keys as she compiled their findings.
"We need to be smart about this," Max said, breaking the silence. "Drake's reach is long. If Luca's right, we're not just dealing with him anymore. We're up against an entire network."
