Delnard fisted his hand as he waited impatiently for their private plane to land. He was trying to be cool but it was difficult to achieve knowing that Jack Savage had gone a step ahead of them. He prayed for the nth time that nobody he cared about had gotten hurt.
They had left New York about an hour ago and in a few minutes, they would be arriving in Raleigh. The vehicle plate number had been ran and they found out that the vehicle is listed under the name Erin Jones. Delnard almost balked when he found out that Erin worked in the same club that Isabelle had. What were the odds?
“What did Sofia say, Jon?” Delnard asked through gritted teeth as he turned to look at his friend who is sitting as still as a statue in his seat.
“They were having lunch at Elliot’s waiting for Isabelle’s f
