The Spy

Chapter 32

John and Isabella exited the airport, greeted by the warm Argentinian air. They made their way to the curb where a car with a driver was waiting for them.

"Welcome to Argentina," the driver said with a smile as he helped them with their luggage.

"Thank you," Isabella replied, smiling back at him.

John sat next to Isabella in the backseat of the car as they drove through the busy streets of Buenos Aires. The city was alive with the sound of traffic, people, and music.

Isabella turned to John. "I hope you don't mind, but I've arranged for us to stay in an Airbnb during our time here. It's a beautiful apartment in the heart of the city."

John smiled. "That sounds great."

As they drove, Isabella pointed out some of the landmarks they passed, sharing stories and anecdotes about each one. John listened intently, fascinated by her passion for the city and its culture.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. The driver helped them with their luggage and left them at the entrance of the building. They took the elevator up to the third floor and arrived at the door of their Airbnb.

Isabella unlocked the door and they stepped inside. The apartment was spacious and tastefully decorated, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light.

"It's beautiful," John said, looking around.

"I'm glad you like it," Isabella said, smiling. "I thought we could use this as a home base while we explore the city."

John nodded, feeling grateful for her thoughtfulness. 

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Isabella gave John a quick kiss on the cheek before she left the Airbnb. He watched her leave, feeling a mixture of excitement and worry. He was excited to explore Buenos Aires with her, but he was also worried about what Sofia wanted to talk to her about.

As he settled into the Airbnb, John couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Sofia. He had only met her briefly, but Isabella had talked about her enough to make him curious. He decided to distract himself by exploring the Airbnb.

The living room was spacious, with a comfortable-looking couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. John flicked through the channels, but there was nothing that caught his attention. He wandered into the kitchen, where he found a well-stocked fridge and a selection of Argentine wines.

He poured himself a glass of Malbec and took a seat at the small dining table. The wine was smooth and full-bodied, with a hint of blackberry and chocolate. John sipped it slowly, savoring the taste and the warmth it brought to his body.

As he finished his glass, John realized that an hour had passed since Isabella had left. He checked his phone, but there were no missed calls or messages. He decided to give her a few more minutes before he called her.

But as the minutes ticked by, John's worry started to grow. What if something had happened to Isabella? What if Sofia had told her something terrible? He tried to push these thoughts out of his head, but they kept creeping back in.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, John picked up his phone and dialed Isabella's number.

He pressed the call button and waited for Isabella to pick up, but after a few rings, the call went straight to voicemail.

"Hey, Isabella, it's John. Just wondering if everything's okay? You said you'd call me back, but it's been a while now. Call me back as soon as you get this, okay? I'm getting worried."

John hung up and ran a hand through his hair. He tried to shake off the feeling of unease and tell himself that Isabella was probably just caught up in something important with Sofia. But he couldn't help but worry, his mind conjuring up all kinds of worst-case scenarios.

He paced around the small Airbnb apartment, checking his phone every few minutes, but there was still no response from Isabella. He tried to distract himself by turning on the TV, but he couldn't focus on the show, his mind racing with worry.

As the minutes ticked by, John felt a growing sense of dread. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, and he didn't know what to do.

John's phone rang loudly, startling him. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was a number he didn't recognize. He answered the call tentatively.

"Hello?" he said.

"John?" a familiar voice asked, disbelief evident in her tone.

"Reyes?" John's voice caught in his throat. "Is that really you?"

"Yes, it's me," Reyes said. "I can't believe you're alive. I saw the news a while back, and they reported that you were dead."

"I faked my death," John said, quickly filling Reyes in on everything that had happened since they last spoke.

"Wow," Reyes said, once John had finished. "That's a lot to take in. I'm glad you're safe."

"Thanks," John said. "But we have a problem. Isabella , the lady I've told you about,went to meet  her friend Sofia earlier, and she's not answering her phone now. I'm worried about her."

Reyes hesitated for a moment. "I'll see what I can do," she said finally. "I have some contacts in Argentina who might be able to help us track her down. Give me a few hours."

"Thank you, Reyes," John said gratefully. "I owe you one."

"Don't worry about it," Reyes said. "Just stay put for now, and I'll call you back when I have more information."

John hung up the phone and sat down heavily on the couch. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. He hoped Isabella was all right, but he couldn't shake the fear that something had happened to her. He sat there, lost in thought, waiting for Reyes to call back with news.

As soon as John heard Reyes mention Agent Carter, his heart sank. He knew that she had been working with Max Brown and was worried about what would happen if she found out about his involvement with Isabella. He quickly spoke up before she could ask any questions.

"Reyes, please don't tell Agent Carter about me. She's working with Max Brown and I don't want to risk anything happening to Isabella," John pleaded.

Reyes paused for a moment before responding. "I can't make any promises, John. I have to follow protocol and get permission from my superiors before I can make any moves. But I'll see what I can do."

John sighed, knowing that he had to trust Reyes and hope that she could help him find Isabella. "Thank you, Reyes. I'll be waiting for your call."

With that, the call ended and John was left alone with his thoughts. He knew that he had to find Isabella before Max Brown did, but he had no idea where to even begin looking. He decided to try calling Isabella's phone again, but it still went straight to voicemail. He was starting to worry that something had happened to her.

As the night wore on, John found it difficult to sleep. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Isabella and what could have happened to her. He was relieved when Reyes called him back the next day to tell him that she was on her way to Argentina to help him find Isabella.

John knew that he had to stay strong and keep searching for Isabella, no matter what.