Synopsis

The rain slicked the city streets, reflecting the neon glow in fractured shards. Peter – they called him Mac, mostly – took the case with a weary sigh. Meg, or Sister Megan as some knew her, had vanished. The details were thin, like smoke in the damp air: a missing person, a quiet life disrupted. It smelled wrong, a dissonance in the usual urban hum. He started where the trail ended, sifting through whispers and shadows, the city a labyrinth of half-truths and concealed corners.