Those events led me here.
I can’t allow this plan to fail. If Isabella doesn’t tell me where her father is, the whole thing will go to hell.
When I sit on the white sandy beach my phone rings in my back pocket.
I pull it out when I see it’s Nick.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hi boss, just checking in,” he begins. “The guards think Isabella escaped. They started running around like rats this morning looking for her. The guard they call Sacha put it in their heads she must have escaped sometime in the night.”
I figured Sacha would do exactly that to save his ass. I’m also guessing he might know Isabella was taken. When she promised him she wouldn’t do anything foolish she meant she wouldn’t try to escape. I haven’t watched them long enough or heard them converse long enough, but the fact that he let her out suggests they have a relationship of deep trust. I’m willing to bet money he knows she was taken.
“It’s best they think that for a while,” I answer. “It bides us time.”
“I figured as much. Any luck on Mortimer’s location?”
“Not yet,” I say as if I have some plan up my damn sleeve to get it. I don’t have shit. “What are the guards doing now?”
“Searching. It’s going to be obvious soon enough she was taken though, and that Sacha enabled it by allowing her to leave the house.”
“Don’t worry about that. You just keep watch and let me know if anything changes.”
“All right boss.”
I hang up and gaze out to the deep blue sea. I watch the waves crashing against the rocks and go over everything I can think of that will make Isabella tell me what I need to know.
There has to be something, I just have to find it.