The voice of his mother was the most important in that situation for him, he hadn't heard about her nor Charlotte, since morning when all the shit happened suddenly, but now he could hear her, and it was more important than Marco's dead body or the cartel.
"Where are you, mom?" He asked as he walked through the tunnel into the basement then to the garage and sat in one of the cars.
"We are in a… " She waited a bit. "An embassy I think, was it you who did it?"
"Yes, it was me." He said with happiness that finally they touched down and were in a place where he knew was protected well. "How was the flight? What about Charlotte?"
Silence. She didn't say a word, and James knew very well that she was angry at him and well... she had every right to be angry.
"She was furious but cried herself to sleep." She said, and her voice was now lower. "Me too, cried a lot, James… but what about you and the others?"
