The paramedics cleaned a shallow scrape on Isabella’s arm, wrapped it twice, and treated her for shock while I watched the lake. The divers’ lights moved below the surface and vanished under the pier.
“Anything?” I barked at Marco, my second-in-command.
Marco shook his head. “Nothing, Boss. The current is strong, and the old pilings are full of rebar. The divers can barely see down there.”
“She’s a strong swimmer.” I kept my eyes on the water. “This is a tantrum.”
I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Freeze all of Serena Bell’s accounts. Credit cards, offshore access, everything. Let’s see how long her little fit lasts when she can’t afford a cup of coffee.”
I ended the call and put an arm around Isabella. “It’s over, *tesoro*. Serena will come back in a day or two.”
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