ISABELLA'S POV
I was sitting on my couch, a bowl of half-eaten popcorn in my lap, when I couldn't shake off that feeling in my gut. It all started earlier when I spoke to Simone. The name never came around unless there was trouble.
I knew Simone well enough to sense when she was hiding something, and I knew there was no way she was going to give me any information if I asked her.
I grabbed my phone, fingers hovering over the screen, debating who to reach out to. My source, Renee, had always been reliable when it came to uncovering information that was well hidden. So I shot her a quick text.
"Hey, Renee. Got a favor. Keep your ears open about Irene Vasquez. Heard something... not good."
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.
"I'm listening. What's going on?"
"Not sure
