Chapter Fifty Seven

Nala.

The limo pulled up to the curb of what looked like a very upscale row of boutiques. The driver opened the door and Isabella slid out. I followed. The ocean was only a hundred yards away from the shops, and the chilly salt air did wonders for the eternal churning in my stomach.

The shops were all set into small, historic stone buildings, but just at the end of the row of boutiques there was a new, massive casino. It wasn’t all lit up like Vegas, rather it was more sedate, in keeping with the theme of the rest of the district. Jordan really was a genius. What he had done to revamp the economy of his country was brilliant.

Women in expensive clothing milled around on the cobblestone walks sipping coffee that was as designer as their handbags. The men, i assumed, were in the casino.

“ Isabella!” Both Isabella and i turned to the sound of a man shouting. A flash went off, followed by more flashes.

My eyes widened. There was a pack of people, men and women, holding cameras, They