Brett felt like
whistling. That had been easier than he thought. Isabella had been alone a long
time. She was ripe for the picking. A little sympathizing, getting her to trust
him, and maybe his long search would finally be over, and he would hold the
secret in his hands, the secret Fernando had died for.
Deep in the
shadows of the trees that surrounded the parking lot, a tall young man, watched
Isabella pull from the parking lot. His dark eyes were sparkling with unshed
tears. I can’t keep her out of this any longer, Fernando Miguel Rivera
thought, It’s time to tell her, even if it’s just to protect her.
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