Chapter 166: Dance of the Night

The city was a beast, alive and breathing. Its breath was the whisper of wind through alleyways, its heart the pounding of distant club music. Max felt the pulse of the city as he stalked through the darkness, every sense on high alert. The safe house, their haven for planning and regrouping, was now a cage, and he a restless lion pacing within.

Mia was hunched over a laptop, her face illuminated by the bluish glow of the screen. She had been digging into Elena Vargas' connections, peeling back layers of deception like an onion, each revealing another, more pungent core.

"We've got something," she said, her voice a low murmur that cut through the silence like a knife. "A name keeps popping up. Emily Park. High-level tech consultant, moved a lot of money around for Elena."

Max's eyes narrowed. "Where is she now?"