At My Own Game.

Fiona's POV

I sat nervously as the driver followed silently, swerving whenever the lady did. "Keep going," I muttered, watching the road come to an end.

"Ma'am, we are at a dead end," the driver said. "It seems we missed her."

"But she was here just now," I screeched furiously as the driver turned the steering wheel into the road again.

I wondered what she was doing at the correctional facility. Who was she meeting? Fortunately, I had taken a quick shot of her before entering the car. Though she still had a mask on, I could recognize her even at night.

I swiftly sent the photo to Davis, asking him to run a facial recognition. Strangely, I thought about what he had said—was there really someone else trying to subdue the Brooks family?

"We are here," the driver woke me from my thoughts. I handed him some cash and got out, walking into the house.

Isabella sat on the counter, as if waiting for my arrival. She sat straight, gazing at me for a while.

"Say what's on your mind?" I asked, pul