Marcus didn’t call familiar department officers to drive Sebastian home. Instead, he found two strangers—unmarked car, dropped him at the alley mouth.
Inside the vehicle, Sebastian turned to the middle-aged driver. “Bro—don’t come in. I’ll grab the thing and be out.”
“Fine. We wait here,” the heavy nodded.
Sebastian pushed the door, walked less than two hundred meters, turned into the small yard. Pulled the door to his and Bella’s single shack—locked from inside.
“Open up,” he called.
“Wait,” Bella quick reply.
“Hurry.” Sebastian urgent.
Three or four minutes—Bella opened, clothes thrown on, hair messy. “Back… back? You’re home daytime—I thought double shift?”
No time explain. Sebastian stepped in. “Black bag I gave you that day—with living money. Where?”
Bella blinked. “What blac
