She was seated between Evander and Dante on the flight home and Dante kept squeezing her hand. Evander had been quiet beside her for nearly an hour. She had told the kids she’d fallen in the shower in her room. Neither of the men with her believed it. Romy had believed it, not being part of any of the conversations of the week. She was now seated with Rue further back in the plane.
Evander finally broke the silence once they were in the air, “did he hit you?”
“No. He did not. He was allegedly detained by the DGSE.”
“What is DGSE?”
“I googled it,” she shrugged. “It’s the French equivalent of MI6 or the CIA.”
“Then, what happened? Your face has clearly been beaten. You have several bruises on your jaw and cheek.” Evander asked her quietly.
“He lost a thumb drive in my room. His team fe
