Roman
Richard sets the cup of coffee on the table and goes back to his laptop.
But I don't take it. I don't move. My eyes are glued to the screen.
Relief washes through me when I see the pictures.
We are kissing in the ocean. Juliette's face is a little blurred and you can only see the back of my head. With all that money, you'd think Hellen would hire a good photographer. Oh wait, he wasn't a photographer. He was a bodyguard turned hitman. I wonder if he made it out of that Maldives jail. I had his cracked phone in my briefcase...
Well, until my little brother stole my briefcase. It had my laptop, ID, credit cards, bulletproof vest, gun and ofcourse the cracked phone. Anton should've stolen everything in the laptop except the laptop and cracked phone. I need them.
I changed the loc
