When she could do nothing but drop her gaze and open and close her mouth like a fish out of water, Ajax grabbed her hand and lifted it.
From his pocket, he pulled out something and slapped it on her palm.
Noémie only spared that thing a brief glance, and she knew what it was.
The sight of her phone only made her feel worse.
How did he even find it? She asked herself. As if to answer the questions she could not dare to ask aloud, he drew his hand back and dropped to his side, fingers clasped so tight that his knuckle appeared white.
“Found it on a cab driver,” he said through a tightly clenched jaw. “At the airport.”
Noémie expected to hear the anger in his voice. She expected to see the fury burning in those dark eyes. It would have been so much better to hear him screaming and makin
