Chapter 27 The Spy In The Shadows

• Isabelle POV
• "He didn't go back to the penthouse last night, Mrs. Hale," the sharp, scratchy voice said through my phone speaker.
• I sat at the small vanity table in my dressing room, the morning sun hitting the polished wood. I was holding my mobile phone tightly against my ear, my knuckles turning slightly white. On the table in front of me sat a thick, plain white envelope that had been slipped under my front door just twenty minutes ago.