Chapter Nine: Her Case
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Isabella froze, every muscle in her body locking into place as she strained to see through the darkness toward the bars.
A shape stood motionless just beyond the cell door, tall, still, deliberately silent in a way that made her skin crawl. She could hear breathing, slow and measured, the particular patience of someone who wanted to be noticed only when they decided the moment was right.
Salvatore dropped down from the top bunk without a sound, positioning himself in front of her again, his voice a low, controlled warning aimed at the figure beyond the bars.
"State your business or walk away."
A soft, low chuckle answered him, and the shape shifted forward into the thin strip of emergency lighting still filtering through the corridor. Isabella recognized the missing section of ear before she recognized the face.
"Relax, Cosa," Reyes said, voice pitched low enough to avoid carrying down the block. "Just came to check on my new favorite audience."
"It's lockdown. You shouldn't be anywhere near this block."
"Funny thing about locks." Reyes's grin flashed in the dim light. "They only work if someone doesn't want them open." He glanced past Salvatore toward Isabella, and something predatory settled into his expression. "Heard you had a rough day, sweetheart. Warden's office. Interesting company you're keeping."
"Get away from our cell," Salvatore said, voice deadly quiet.
"Or what? You gonna call a guard? Half of them work for the same people I do." Reyes's eyes stayed locked on Isabella, ignoring Salvatore's warning entirely. "You should be more careful about what you say inside these walls, Miss Marchetti. Word travels faster than you'd think. Especially about pretty little auditors who found things they shouldn't have."
"How do you know what I found," Isabella said, forcing steadiness into her voice despite the fear clawing up her throat.
"Because the people who pay me tend to know everything eventually." Reyes stepped back from the bars, unhurried, satisfied with whatever reaction he'd extracted. "You two have a good night. Enjoy the extra blanket, sweetheart. Won't be much comfort where you're headed."
He disappeared into the shadows of the corridor before either of them could respond, footsteps fading into silence, leaving Isabella's heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat.
"He was never supposed to be able to get near this cell during lockdown," Salvatore said, more to himself than to her, pacing now in the confined space with barely contained fury. "Which means Brack's not the only one on someone's payroll."
"Salvatore, he knew about the case. My case specifically. How is that possible unless"
"Unless someone with access to your legal file sold that information," he finished grimly. "Which narrows things down considerably."
Isabella sank onto the edge of the bunk, exhaustion and fear pressing down on her simultaneously. "I need to tell you everything. All of it. Not just the parts I've mentioned so far."
Salvatore stopped pacing, studying her carefully in the dim light. "I'm listening."
"The trial wasn't just about Vantage Logistics." Her voice shook slightly, the words she'd held back finally spilling out. "There was a witness for the prosecution, a former colleague of mine named Daniel Reyes"
She stopped, the name catching in her throat as recognition slammed into her.
"Reyes," Salvatore repeated slowly, his expression darkening. "Any relation to the man who just stood outside our cell?"
"I don't know. I never met the witness in person. He testified via deposition, claimed he'd seen me falsifying documents in the office, backed up everything the prosecution needed to secure my conviction." Her hands were shaking now, the pieces sliding together in a way that made her stomach turn. "I always thought his testimony was strange. Too specific, too convenient, like he'd been coached on exactly what to say."
"Because he probably had been." Salvatore's jaw tightened. "If there's a connection between your case's key witness and the man who just threatened you outside this cell, then your conviction and mine aren't just related by coincidence. They're connected by the same network of people."
"What does that mean for us?"
"It means the Varela family didn't just target me because of my family's business rivalry." Salvatore sat down across from her, his expression grim. "They needed you specifically inside this facility, inside this cell, close enough to me to become a liability, or a weapon. Either way, your placement here wasn't an accident, and neither was your conviction."
Isabella pressed her hands against her face, trying to process the magnitude of what he was suggesting. "You're saying someone orchestrated my entire case just to get me here. Into this cell. With you."
"I'm saying it's starting to look that way." Salvatore's eyes met hers, dark and serious. "Which means every conversation we have, every piece of trust we build, might be exactly what they intended from the beginning."
The weight of his words settled over her like ice water. "Then how do we know what's real. How do we know if any of this" she gestured vaguely between them, encompassing everything that had shifted in the past two days" is actually us, or just their plan working exactly as designed."
Salvatore didn't answer immediately, and the silence between them stretched taut with unspoken tension.
Then the cell block's overhead speaker crackled to life, and a guard's voice rang out through the corridor, sharp and urgent enough to cut through every other sound in the building.
"Cosa. Marchetti. Report to the warden's office immediately. This is not a request."
Salvatore's eyes locked with hers, dark with warning. "It's not even six in the morning."
Somewhere down the corridor, a cell door slammed open with violent force, and a woman's scream tore through the block, raw and terrified, cut off abruptly into silence that felt far more dangerous than the scream itself.
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