### Chapter 35: Whispers in the Dark
The city was a vast network of secrets and lies, with alleyways that twisted like veins through its corrupt heart. The rain was a constant companion, washing away the sins of the night but never quite cleansing the soul of the city. Max Hastings felt the weight of his mission heavier than ever. The Broker was dead, but his network lived on, a hydra with many heads.
Max leaned against the window of his modest office, watching the rain streak the glass. The dim light from the streetlamp outside cast long shadows, creating a chiaroscuro effect that mirrored his own conflicted mind. Elena and Trent were at their desks, combing through the files they had retrieved from The Broker's safe house.
"Got anything?" Max asked, breaking the silence.
