Chapter 108: Morning Breeze

The morning after was never clean in this city. It hung like a bad decision, the air thick with consequences yet to settle. As the first light bled through the skyline, casting long shadows between the skyscrapers, a new tension vibrated through the streets of Langford, raw and palpable.

Max and Sarah, still running on the fumes of adrenaline and scant sleep, found themselves at a cramped diner that clung stubbornly to the edge of a district that had seen better days. The neon sign flickered sporadically, battling the dawn with its weak glow. Inside, the air was a mix of fried grease and stale coffee, a comforting stench that somehow promised anonymity.

They slid into a booth, the vinyl cracked and peeling, and Sarah scanned the room with a cop's instinct, noting every exit, every face. Max's eyes were on the street outside, watching as the city stirred to life, a beast unaware of the knife hanging over its head.