Chapter 53: Prophecy of the Rainy Night and the Deadly Trap

The city wept. Rain fell in relentless, silver sheets, turning the familiar streets of Los Angeles into a distorted reflection of neon and shadow. Inside the car, the rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers was a hypnotic metronome, counting down the seconds in the quiet, charged atmosphere between Finnley and Genevieve. They were driving back to Finnley’s villa, the last leg of a day that had seen the complete collapse of Leonard’s empire. The merit points Finnley had absorbed had settled...