Chapter 18 Death Wish Daughter

• The inside of the car was tense enough. The sun bleached through, highlighting Izzy's face as she stared into the zooming clouds.
• Izzy sat in the back seat, leg twitching. Her arms were crossed, jaw clenched, and her pistol was still warm from the last encounter. Lila broke the silence, her thick voice echoing. "We're not going to the island.”
• Izzy leaned forward like a predator sniffing the air. “Excuse me?” Why did you reveal all those things then?