The relentless drumming of rain against the grimy windows of the taxi mirrored the frantic beat of Evelyn’s heart. The journey to Hotel Greystone felt like a descent into a forgotten corner of the city. The hotel itself was a study in faded grandeur, its once-ornate facade now chipped and stained, a silent testament to years of neglect. It was the kind of place where secrets could be whispered and disappear without a trace.
Evelyn and Adrian moved with a shared sense of urgency, the weight of Linda’s information and their precarious situation pressing down on them. The lobby was deserted, save for a bored-looking clerk behind a thick layer of scratched Plexiglas.
They took the creaking elevator to the fourth floor, the silence punctuated by the rhythmic groan of the machinery. The hallw
