He didn’t immediately reply, but he shook his head. “I’ll think about it later. For now, I’ll block the credit cards,” he said, trying to control his nerves. He fell into his chair and picked up the telephone like it was his worst enemy.
If he’d known his day would turn out like this, he would have stayed at home.
“But how did he get your wallet?”
The image of Elias hugging and kissing him gave Thomas a strange vibration in his stomach, and he pushed away the memory violently.
“He…asked for some information, and I got out from the car to answer him.”
“I should be used to bad people on the streets, but sometimes it happens.” Anne sighed. “Are you sure you know where to find him?”
Thomas nodded. Even if he wasn’t sure, he had the feeling going to the Black Sheep would be a good idea. And then he had to make sure people didn’t find out that Elias, twenty-three years old, had taken his wallet while kissing him. Fortunately, Anne didn’t ask him how he knew where to find the guy.