The SUV carrying Isabella finally slowed after nearly two hours of driving. Through the tinted windows, she glimpsed a sprawling compound emerging from dense woodland—a modernist structure of glass and concrete that seemed to both blend with and defy its natural surroundings. Security cameras dotted the perimeter, their lenses tracking the vehicle's approach.
The SUV pulled into an underground garage, fluorescent lights flickering overhead as the engine died. Isabella remained still, her handcuffed wrists resting in her lap, face betraying nothing as the door beside her opened.
"We've arrived," Marcus said flatly, reaching in to help her out of the vehicle.
Isabella fixed him with a cold stare. "Is this an arrest, Marcus? Because it doesn't look like we're at police headquarters. This doesn't even look like government property."
