After going back to the safe house and grabbing the money Arslan told them to take, Rolla cut the engine of the car, letting the working wipers come to a halt across the windshield.
In the passenger seat, Isabella adjusted her oversized hoodie, her fingers placed lightly on the AK resting on her lap. Her face was clear, her eyes were narrowed, tracking the running lights of two parked cars fifty meters down the road.
"Two cars," Rolla said, his low voice cutting through the silence. "Black Kadillac at the front, silver Town Car behind it. No license plates."
"That's Malik," Isabella said as she recognised him immediately as soon as she saw the car. He was the one who delivered the product before and grabbed the money from them as well the first time around.
