Chapter 2Thursday, May 13, 2010
“Hey, listen to this.” Phillipe took a sip of his creamy coffee before reading out the article in Le Monde.
“In response to speculation about the Paris mayor’s involvement in the disappearance of the locks on Pont des Arts, Town Hall yesterday firmly denied having any connection to the incident.”
“They have to say that.” A light flush spread over Delron’s fair skin, and his eyes glistened with anger. Phillipe didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Delron was way too worked up—it was just a freaking lock, a tacky symbol that had nothing to do with them. He shook his head.
“Here, they’ve asked a woman what she thinks has happened.”
“And what does she think?” Delron’s tight voice made Phillipe glance in his direction again before he continued reading. His
