Chapter 342 - Kyle Meets Isabeau!

Kyle sat rigid in the back of the SUV, a black cloth bag cinched over his head, his hands zip-tied behind him with plastic cutting into his wrists. The world reduced to sound and motion—the rumble of the engine, the hiss of tires on asphalt, the occasional murmur of voices from the front seats in French-accented English too low to parse. He focused on the turns, committing each one to memory like a lifeline. Left out of Cleopatra's estate gates. Straight for what felt like two minutes—maybe a mile at city speeds. Right turn, sharper, the SUV tilting slightly. Another straight stretch, longer this time, the engine's hum steady. He counted heartbeats to gauge distance, a trick he'd absorbed from some survival documentary months ago when the rebate system first gifted him perfect recall.