Silver Tears(54)

Eventually, he shut his laptop and turned to her.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “The buyout?”

“No, no, I’m not thinking about that right now. I’m thinking about…nothing.”

He picked up a croissant. He took a bite and crumbs fell into his lap. Faye smiled. She was once again struck by how amazing it was that they had found each other.

“Have you had a chance to glance over my finance proposal, my darling?” David asked, wiping his mouth.

She shook her head.

“Not yet.”

“Okay, I was just curious about what you made of it.”

“Ylva is going to review all the investors. We should be done soon. I don’t want them to think that I’m giving you any VIP treatment—that wouldn’t look good. You know how it is. And apropos of what I told you yesterday, I’ve got a pressing situation I have to deal with first.”

David nodded.

“Of course. That’s true. And you’ve got your priorities completely right. I was just curious what you thought.”

He averted his gaze, but Faye could see that he was hurt. What did it matter if Ylva went through David’s proposal a little sooner than the others? He was doing everything for her. Why should she stick to these kinds of principles when she could make the man who meant so much to her happy? She trusted him, after all. And even if Revenge’s future looked uncertain right now, there was no harm in thinking ahead.



Faye put her hand on his thigh.

“I’ll ask Ylva to expedite your proposal.”

“There’s no need,” said David. “You’re right—we probably shouldn’t mix things up. And you’ve got more important things to deal with right now.”

Faye leaned forward and forced him to look her in the eye.

“You’re a brilliant businessman and I’m nothing but thrilled that you want to help me with Revenge. For me, it helps to do business with people I already know from the start are loyal and on the same page as me. Especially now. I’ve never needed loyalty as much as I do now.”

David smiled and the furrow on his brow smoothed out. Had he been afraid of being rejected? By her? Maybe, she thought to herself, there was a degree of masculine ego in David that she hadn’t noticed before. Or had ignored. On the other hand, he was a businessman. A winner. Every setback—in business or in life—was a defeat.

“Sure?” he asked, now as unconcerned as he had been a couple of minutes earlier. He caressed her hand lovingly.

“Absolutely sure.”

His grip became firmer and he guided her hand higher up his thigh toward his groin. She felt his penis against the palm of her hand. She cupped it.

“Do you want me to take care of that?” she asked.

He nodded.

They ambled around the airport for a while, hunting for somewhere secluded. They found a handicapped bathroom, looked around, and sneaked in, giggling.

As soon as they had locked the door, David took command.



“On your knees,” he said, pointing in front of him.

He unzipped his fly. She took him in her mouth.

“Look me in the eye,” he said, and she nodded and opened wide and sucked.

The floor was hard. Her knees hurt, but Faye liked that. When David came in her mouth, she swallowed while looking up at him.





Yvonne Ingvarsson’s hair was standing on end and her bloodshot eyes were staring with hostility at Faye. The sound of children shouting in the apartment next door was audible through an open window. There was a dog barking down in the courtyard.

Faye took pleasure in the police officer’s surprised expression. She waited for Yvonne to speak, but when the policewoman said nothing she decided to take the first step.

“May I come in?”

“What are you doing here? How dare you show up at my home!”

Faye didn’t answer. They continued to size each other up in silence until Yvonne stepped aside. The hallway was dark, with stacks of newspapers, cartons, and bottles stashed against the walls. There was a smell of cigarette smoke and grime. Faye stepped across the mess and set off down the narrow corridor without taking off her shoes. Yvonne stood immobile, her arms at her sides. Judging by her expression, she was seething at the deliberate lack of courtesy, but Faye ignored her.

She passed a small bedroom and a bathroom before reaching the darkened living room. The blinds were down. The TV was flickering silently. Faye tried a light switch with no luck, so she went to the window and opened the blinds. Light streamed in and revealed the chaos.

The walls were adorned with pictures of Greece. Turquoise seas and white buildings gleaming in the sun. A framed Mamma Mia! poster had pride of place in the room—just above the sofa.



Faye’s heart was pounding—she knew that the next few seconds would make or break everything.

She had to get Yvonne to stop her snooping. She couldn’t be allowed to ruin everything. Faye couldn’t risk it—not now.

“What are you doing here?” Yvonne asked her again.

“Does it feel strange?” Faye flashed her a brief but icy smile. “You’ve visited me several times, so now I’m returning the favor.”

“There’s a difference. I’m a police officer and I’m investigating a crime. It’s my job.”