Chapter 39

Isabella lay on her side in the backseat, her heart beating so loud in her chest that she thought certain Sam could hear it. She was scared, no doubt about it, but she was more determined now than ever. She was in too deep to turn around. She couldn't if she wanted to.

Wyatt and Dave trailed a short distance behind and parked a few cars behind Sam. They watched as Sam helped Isabella out of the car and then roughly took her arm to lead her into the house.

A small, narrow, Tudor-style house with large windows to the left of the front door had a small amount of light shining out through the drawn shades.

Roughly gripping Isabella's arm, Sam opened the door, pulled her inside into a foyer, and shut the door. To the left of the front door stood a young swarthy-looking man to whom Sam said, "Hey, kid, Boss around? He's expecting me."

"Sure, just a minute." The kid opened the door, stuck his head in and bellowed, "Yo, Boss, Sam's here witda' goods you ordered."