The morning light filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the office, casting long shadows that seemed to dance on the walls. Max Hastings sat at his desk, the cigarette between his fingers burning down to a nub. The city outside was waking up, but for Max, the day was already old and filled with too many ghosts.
He flipped through the notes they had extracted from Tobias Crane, the man who had become their reluctant informant. The information was invaluable, but it painted a picture more sinister and complex than Max had anticipated. The Cardinal's network wasn't just a criminal empire; it was a living, breathing entity, with tendrils reaching into every facet of the city's underbelly.