I sat back in my chair, the whiskey no longer tasting of comfort but something bitter. Sean and I were silent for a few moments, both of us staring out at the darkening lake. The weight of what we were dealing with hung in the air between us—Gregory Marks wasn't just another problem. He was a threat that was closing in faster than either of us could have predicted.
Sean was the first to speak. "We can't let this go on any longer, Max. Gregory's not going to stop unless we stop him. And Milan..." He trailed off, his concern for his sister evident.
I nodded slowly, letting his words settle. Sean was right. Milan was caught in the crossfire now, and if we didn't do something soon, Gregory would sink his claws deeper. But going after Gregory wasn't going to be simple. He was slippery, with too many resources at his disposal. And if we made the wrong move, we'd risk not only our safety but Milan's as well.