The city never slept, but tonight, it seemed more restless than usual. The moon hung low and heavy, casting an eerie glow over the streets. Max Hastings sat in his office, nursing a glass of bourbon, the only light coming from the dim lamp on his desk. His mind was a maze of thoughts, each one more tangled than the last. The Broker was dead, but the shadows he left behind still lingered, whispering threats and secrets.
Rachel had insisted he take some time to recover, but rest was a luxury he couldn't afford. Not now. The Broker's cryptic message before his demise gnawed at him: "This is only the beginning."
Evelyn was on her way, bringing with her the latest intel on a new player in town. Max had a hunch it was connected to The Broker's last move. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being drawn into a game he didn't fully understand, a game where the rules were written in blood and betrayal.
