CHAPTER 43
ISABELLE’S POV
The road stretched endlessly ahead of me while the warehouse loomed further into the distance. The tires hummed loudly against the bumpy road, but my mind was too occupied with thoughts to notice.
I’d barely slept well in days. Not since Elijah showed up, with threats hanging around my neck like I was being held on a hanger.
And now here I was, driving back to that godforsaken warehouse. Finally I pulled up at the site, the old Mercedes still sat in the same corner as it was the last time.
I stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching beneath my boots with each movement. I stretched to the passenger’s seat to pull a little black bag. Before walking towards the door I quietly made a mental note of what I was carrying.
I’d managed to gather the documents
