The rain had ceased by the time dawn began to crack the sky, a dull grey spreading like a stain over the city. Max Hastings stood on the rooftop of the safe house, the city sprawled out beneath him like a wounded beast. The weight of the coming storm lay heavy on his shoulders, and he knew it wasn't just the weather.
Evelyn appeared at his side, her eyes scanning the horizon. "You're thinking too loudly," she said softly, her voice a gentle reprimand.
Max gave a bitter chuckle. "How do you do it, Evelyn? Always knowing what I'm thinking?"
"I've had a lot of practice," she replied, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "What's the plan, Max?"
Max took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs. "We need to dig deeper into Rinaldi's operation. Find out who's pulling the strings. De Luca is working on his contacts, but we need more."
Evelyn nodded. "I'll check in with some of my sources too. Someone has to know something."
