Days had passed by, and Leon was much better, his wounds still needed nursing, but they decided to head out in search of evidence; little did they know, the tables would turn and they would be cornered.
The air was thick in the minute office, with Isabella and Leon facing Weber, who stood smugly in the doorway, flanked by his two imposing henchmen. The only thing that cut through the ominous moment of complete silence was the hum of the city, way outside-a sad contrast to the storm brewing inside the four walls.
Isabella's heart was racing as her brain worked to process their precarious situation. Weeks were spent gathering evidence against Weber, and now he had them cornered. "We can explain," she started, the evenness of her tone jarring in comparison to the fear coursing through her body. "We were just trying to find the truth.
