The black SUV sped through the night and the sirens blared in the distance, their echoes bouncing off the empty hills like a refracting light, its headlightsk flashing through fog as it moved towards the Fallen estate hidden on the outskirts of the city.
At the back seat, Isabelle was seated, her elegance in full display. Her manicured nails clicked with the precision of a ticking clock, as it kept tapping impatiently in an uneven manner against the screen of her phone, but her cold and laser-focused eyes never wavered from the GPS dot blinking red on her map.
Josh’s last known location.
“Double the team at the rear,” she snapped into her Bluetooth earpiece. “We don’t know if she has backup. I want eyes on every damn window within five minutes. No mistakes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” came the sha
