Heading back toward the towering glass structure of the Fortis Group building, Max had allowed himself a rare, fleeting thought: perhaps he could rest. He envisioned a couple of days of silence before he had to begin the grueling task of investigating Marsha Stern.
He knew that identifying the person actively trying to end his life was a priority that needed to be settled before he could fully commit to his long-term goals. With Dud already out in the city, intentionally stirring up the stagnant waters of the underworld to see what floated to the surface, Max felt he was making progress. He had handled everything thrown his way thus far, but he was self-aware enough to know that facing too many fronts at once was a recipe for another premature burial.
