Hailey's POV
I sat in the back of the taxi, watching the cars crawl forward at a pace that made me want to scream.
Two hours, I'd been stuck in this traffic for two hours, the phone repair shop was only fifteen minutes from the mansion but Paris traffic had other plans.
My broken phone sat in my purse, useless and silent, no way to call Evans, no way to tell him where I was, and no way to check if Calix had tried to reach me again.
I thought about his call this morning, the urgency in his voice when he asked if I was safe, like he knew something I didn't, like danger was closer than I realized.
I needed to talk to Calix face to face, needed answers without Evans listening in, and without him shutting down the conversation before it even started.
The taxi finally inched forward, I co
