Chapter 184 Catherine

• Isabella comes into the cabin a few minutes later, her bombshell body squeezed into a tight red dress. She’s holding a tray with coffee and a platter of pastries. Goldberg appears to have fallen asleep, so she heads toward us, her lips curved in a seductive smile.
• The first time I saw her, when Patrick came back for me in December, I was insanely jealous. Since then I’ve learned that Isabella has never had a relationship with Patrick and is actually married to one of the guards at the estate—two facts that have gone a long way toward soothing the green-eyed monster within me. I’ve only seen the woman once or twice in the past couple of months; unlike most of Patrick’s employees, she spends the majority of her time outside the compound, working as his eyes and ears at several high-end private jet companies.
• “You’d be surprised how loose-lipped people get after a couple of drinks at thirty thousand feet,” Patrick explained once. “Executives, politicians, cartel bosses . . . They all like having Isabella around, and they don’t always watch what they say in her presence. Thanks to her, I’ve gotten everything from insider trading tips to intel about drug deals in the area.”