Chapter 279: A Fool and a Plan

The night was heavy with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of rain and the weight of unspoken truths. Max Hastings and Victoria Thorne had won a victory, but the city's underbelly still writhed with corruption and danger. In the aftermath of Crane's trial, a new, more insidious threat had begun to stir.

Max stood on the balcony of his office, overlooking the city. The neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed almost mocking. He took a drag from his cigarette, the glow of the ember cutting through the darkness. The victory over Crane felt hollow, a temporary respite in a war that had no end.

The phone rang, a harsh jolt in the silence. Max let it ring a few times before picking it up. "Hastings," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Max, it's Sam Reynolds," came the voice on the other end. "We've got a problem. Isabella's missing."