The rain returned with a vengeance, pelting the city like a relentless assault. Max Hastings trudged through the sodden streets, the weight of the discovery at the docks pressing heavily on his shoulders. The documents they found had only deepened the mystery, hinting at a conspiracy that reached further than he'd ever imagined. Lang's influence was a dark tendril weaving through the very fabric of the city.
Evelyn walked beside him, her eyes scanning the streets with a mix of determination and caution. They had spent the night poring over the documents, piecing together Lang's web of deceit. It led them to an address that promised more answers—and likely more danger.
The building was an old hotel, its grandeur faded into dilapidation. The sign above the entrance flickered intermittently, casting an eerie glow over the deserted street. Max and Evelyn exchanged a look, then stepped inside.
