ISABELLA
Nothing could stop me. Not the hour or the dark, or even the exhaustion clawing at my bones. Not even the way my stomach twisted every few minutes, warning me that something was wrong. I ignored it. I am so close to finding my husband. Vito called as I was pacing the small inn room, unable to sit still for more than a heartbeat.
“We traced the direction the car was heading,” he said. “Oren’s team followed it from a distance. They didn’t get too close, but… there’s something.”
My pulse sharpened. “Tell me.”
“There’s a house,” Vito continued. “Hidden. Off the grid. No owner listed. The record just says ‘PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL.’”
“Private and confidential,” I repeated, tasting the word. “Meaning someone wanted it that way.”
“Yes. I can dig deeper, but it’ll take time.”
Time.
