CHAPTER
SONIA'S POV
As we exited the lounge, Harley and Isabelle crossed our path. Sandra, as expected, ignored their presence, and I followed suit. We couldn't afford to draw any attention to ourselves—strong alibis were crucial if anyone tried to link the plan back to us.
I slid into the car with Sandra, and we both watched as the vehicle carrying Harley and Isabelle sped off into the night.
"Follow them," Sandra commanded sharply. The driver obeyed without hesitation, and our car surged forward.
"Don't lose them," she snapped, her voice laced with an edge I hadn't heard before.
"Do you think they know?" I asked.
Sandra turned slightly, her expression cold and unreadable. "Does it matter?" she replied, her tone chilling.
