Jameson's penthouse felt like a gilded cage, trapping its occupant in a prison of luxury and fear. As Max, Rachel, and Evelyn worked through the night, the man who once thrived in this opulence sat hunched in a chair, a glass of whiskey clutched in his trembling hand. The weight of his betrayal to both his corrupt benefactors and his city was finally crushing him.
Max set up a laptop on Jameson's polished mahogany desk. "Start talking, Jameson. Who are the key players? Who's pulling the strings?"
Jameson took a long swig of his drink, his eyes haunted. "It's not just one person. The whole system is rotten. But there are a few who stand out. Mayor Caldwell, for one. He's the public face, but his hands are dirty. And there's Chief of Police Rourke. He's the enforcer, keeps everyone in line."
Rachel typed furiously, capturing every word. "What about the Broker? How deep was he into this?"
