A few minutes later Marcus laughed and walked toward the windows.
"Who's going to look for you?" he asked.
Then his laughter stopped.
Outside, powerful searchlights swept across nearby buildings.
Dark aircraft circled the area.
Emergency response teams had traced the signal directly to the penthouse.
Marcus rushed toward the security system and attempted to disable the doors, but it was too late. Every second brought more authorities to the building.
For the first time in nearly two hundred days, fear appeared in his eyes.
The same fear Isabella had experienced every day.
She slowly stood and looked toward the skyline.
The city that once seemed impossibly distant was finally reaching back for her.
Within minutes, emergency teams entered the penthouse and secured the scene. Marcus's confident smile vanished as officers escorted him away.
His empire, reputation, and freedom disappeared in a single night.