The SUV purred down the long, rain-slick road in silence. The tinted windows let in only slivers of the dim evening light, turning the world outside into a blur of grey and shadow. None of them spoke - not Isaac, not Sven, not Takeshi.
Elizabeth and Isaac's brother were in another vehicle up ahead, probably discussing him.
The tension in the air was suffocating. Even Sven, who normally couldn't stay quiet for more than thirty seconds, leaned back with his head tilted and muttered nothing but the occasional hiccup. Takeshi sat motionless beside him, blindfolded eyes fixed forward, his presence alone enough to make the driver's hands tremble on the steering wheel.
When the SUV finally rolled up to the Fletcher estate, Isaac found himself staring out at a sprawling manor bathed in floodlights. The gates alone looked like they cost more than most homes.
