Javi's phone.
Both of them froze.
It buzzed again, then started ringing.
Javi frowned slightly and reached into his pocket. An unfamiliar UK number glowed on the screen.
He didn't know anyone here.
Except—
He had already blocked Jane's number.
He looked up at Lukas.
Lukas looked back at him.
Neither spoke.
Javi accepted the call and pressed speaker before lifting it slightly away from his face.
"Hello?"
There was a small pause on the other end. Then a man's voice. Calm, measured, but strained beneath the surface.
"Hello… is this Javier?"
Javi's brow tightened. "Yes."
"My name is Roger," the man continued. "I'm… MJ's husband."
Javi blinked. "I'm sorry—whose husband?"
"MJ. Jane. Maryjane."
There was a flicker of confusion across Javi's face.
Maryjane?
He had never once heard her called that. Not in all the years they had known each other.
He glanced at Lukas again. Lukas was listening, perfectly still.
Javi cleared his throat. "How can I help you?"
