(Isabella’s POV)
I stared at the drone footage on the screen, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were seeing. Marcus Thorne. The Swiss banker. The man whose reputation we had just set on fire. He was not supposed to be here, in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska, shaking hands with the ghost who had betrayed my family.
The pieces of the puzzle in my head shifted, and a new, terrible picture began to form. Thorne was not just a tool that Bianchi used. He was a willing partner. A high-level conspirator. All of our attacks on his bank, all of our careful planning, had been based on a lie. We had not wounded Bianchi’s finances as badly as we had thought. We had only annoyed a man who was much deeper in the shadows than we had ever imagined. We hadn't just underestimated our enemy; we had
