Chapter 60 Digging Up Devils

While Mason hunted fresh meat at the Drake, someone else had him in their crosshairs. Maria wasn't just watching - she was dissecting his every move, piece by bloody piece. Maria's secret bunker smelled like three-day-old coffee and desperation. Yellow light from a desk lamp cast shadows across the walls, where photos, documents, and red string created a web of connections that would've made any conspiracy theorist proud.