Page 23 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
I scrub a rogue tear off my cheek. “But they didn’t deserve to die for what they did.”
The officers who arrested me were an unfortunate misrepresentation of the men and women who serve our country every day, but that doesn’t warrant their death.
Enrique’s eyes darken as his gaze shifts between Isaac and me. He runs his hand across his brow before his eyes settle on me. “They’re not dead. They had useful resources that kept them alive.”
“Such as?” Isaac’s tone is low, but his stature is still impressive.
“They know who framed Isabelle for murder.”
I inhale a sharp, quick breath. I was under the assumption Col was the person who initiated those false claims.
Before I can reply, four heavily guarded riot officers enter the room. They uncuff Enrique from his bed before hoisting him to his feet. Two additional guards fasten shackles on his ankles and wrists before walking him to the door.
“Where are the officers?” Isaac’s voice is stern yet panicked. “Where did you house them? I need to know who was framing Isabelle.”
Enrique smiles. “V vashey yakhte.”
When Isaac turns to me, wanting me to interpret what he’s saying, I nervously chew on my lower lip. I have no clue what he’s saying.
“In your… ” I fumble out.
“Yakhte,” Enrique repeats.
I shrug, wordlessly advising I don’t understand what he's saying.
“Lodka,” Enrique says as the guards continue dragging him toward the door.
Just before they exit, Enrique’s smiles. I eye him peculiarly, surprised he’s so calm while flanked by guarded officers.
“Don’t worry, Isabelle.Ya idu domoy.”
In a matter of seconds, he’s ushered to a waiting elevator at the end of the corridor. The last thing I see is his broad smile before its covered with a black hood roughly yanked over his head.
Isaac cradles my tear-stained cheeks with his large hands, so his thumbs can clear away my tears. Once they’re taken care of, his remorse-filled eyes stare into mine. “Did you understand what he said? Where the police officers are?”
Ryan’s eyes float up from the floor, but he remains quiet, happy to leave the interrogating to Isaac.
When I nod, more tears spill from my eyes. “I didn’t understandYakhte, but I know whatLodkameans.” I swallow to relieve my parched throat before murmuring, “They’re in your boat.”
Isaac’s curses under his breath before he strays his eyes to Ryan. “The police officers who assaulted Isabelle are in my yacht at the Vela De Keys Marina.”
Ryan’s lips set into a sardonic line as his nostrils flare.
“I already told you it wasn’t me,” Isaac snarls, clearly pissed. “Enrique advised Isabelle of their location.”
“And why would he do that? Why would he share information with a woman he kidnapped? Are you trying to say he suddenly got a case of the guilts?”
Isaac’s jaw muscles spasms as his fists clench into tight balls.
“Enrique is my brother.”
Isaac cranks his neck to me. “You don’t have to explain anything to him, Isabelle.”
“I know that, but I’m sick of all the secrets. My whole life has been one huge secret. It’s time to wipe the slate clean, so I can start afresh.”
Ryan’s brows lower. “The man who just left here is Enrique Popov,” he says like I must be mistaken on his identity. “As in son of Vladimir Popov.”
“I know.”
