The next time they saw Lance, two days had passed since going to the coffee-house. He called April out of the blue to let him into the villa. The blond man walked in with a self-satisfied grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. She knew better than to ask any questions, as he had already had the tendency to go into graphic detail about the most mundane of things. Goodness knew what stories he would have to tell about his adventures in one of the most morally relaxed cities in the world. All she knew was that her ears were not prepared to hear any of it.
It was a Saturday afternoon and Zander was nowhere to be seen. He had snuck out earlier and she only had a hunch what it was about, but it did not take a genius to figure it out. She knew the only reason Henry had stayed behind was to
