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.
• She slumped in her chair, rubbing tired eyes that had been burning from hours of screen time. Empty Red Bulls cluttered her desk like bodies after a mob hit. Her ancient Dell's clock read 2:47 PM - right when Mason would be playing king of the castle at the Drake Hotel.