The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with anticipation, every breath Isabella took feeling heavier than the last. Marcus stood before them, a smug grin on his face, as if relishing the power he held over them in this moment. The old brick walls seemed to close in, amplifying her anxiety.
"What do you know?" Leon asked, his voice steady but urgent. "We're here for answers, not games."
Marcus held up a hand, a signal to slow down. "Patience, my friend. The truth isn't something you just toss around lightly. It comes with consequences—some of which you might not be prepared for."
"Just tell us what you know!" Isabella interjected, frustration bubbling over. "We're done with the games."
Marcus's expression shifted, the playful tone fading as he leaned in, lowering his voice. "Your mother, Isabella... she was involved in something much larger than you realize. It wasn't just a murder—it was a conspiracy that involved people at the highest levels."
