“Yeah, alright. Containment makes sense,” Max said slowly, but leaned forward and tapped a finger against the bar top as he licked his lips and asked the more important question. “But did you just leave it there?” He was frowning, but he was controlling his tone so he didn't come across as accusatory. From everything, it didn't seem like Markus had been the person in control, just the guy to do the dirty work.
A ghost that was angry even when allowed to roam free, trapped and ripe for being stumbled on by any stupid idiot who had no idea. They'd set up a powder keg by containing it, but if they hadn't moved it from the nightclub, or warned someone who could, they were a special kind of short sighted.