Chapter 109: Innocence Casts a Long Shadow

In the cloistered darkness of an old warehouse on the fringes of Langford's industrial district, a tempest brewed not just in the clouds overhead, but among the shadows below. Max stood, a solitary figure against the backdrop of metal crates and the ghosts of industry's past, his eyes scanning the perimeter. The leaky roof did little to keep the relentless drizzle at bay, the intermittent plink of water droplets punctuating the silence like a coded message only he could understand.

He was waiting for Sarah and Vince, the weight of their mission pressing down like the heavy air before a storm. Each moment stretched, taut as the nerves that thrummed through his body.

Footsteps echoed, suddenly loud in the vast space. Sarah emerged from the shadows, her figure cloaked not just in a waterproof jacket but in the gravity of their situation. "The press has it," she said, her voice low, barely carrying over the rain. "It's set for the morning editions. Every dirty secret."