Chapter 227: The Web of Spiders

The night swallowed the city whole, draping it in a cloak of shadows. The rain fell in sheets, a relentless downpour that turned the streets into shimmering rivers of neon and despair. Max Slade drove through the storm, the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers a grim counterpoint to the pounding in his chest. Beside him, Vivian's eyes were fixed on the road, her mind clearly racing as fast as his.

They had a name now. A lead. Evelyn Ross's files had pointed them toward the Syndicate's inner circle, the puppet masters pulling the strings from the safety of their high-rise fortresses. But this wasn't just any name. It was Alexander Drake, a man so deeply embedded in the city's underworld that tearing him out might just rip the city apart.