Chapter 300: The Last Resort

The city was a labyrinth of shadows and half-truths, a place where darkness clung to every corner. Max Hastings felt the weight of it all as he nursed his drink at Mickey's Tavern, a rundown joint where the broken came to drown their sorrows. The neon sign outside flickered erratically, casting an eerie glow through the dirty windows.

Elena sat across from him, her eyes scanning the room. "We're running out of options, Max," she said, her voice barely audible over the din of drunken conversations.

Max took a long pull from his whiskey, the burn in his throat a welcome distraction. "We're not done yet. Moretti's intel gave us a start, but we need something more concrete."

Elena nodded, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "There's one place we haven't checked. The Last Resort. It's a speakeasy on the outskirts of town. Word is, The Cardinal holds court there when he wants to be off the grid."