He wished he could tell what Ford was thinking, exactly, but his only indicator was his brother’s tone. Which wasn’t good, surely, but if Ford was angry then maybe he would be a little less convinced that Noble was going to die.
“Yeah, well,” Noble said, pressing his hand against his forehead. He sounded a little raw, a little frustrated — more emotive than he had so far. “Evidently I’ve fucked up, this time.”
What he could not do — what he very much was planning on not doing — was tell Ford anything about Mrs. Crouch, because Noble still hadn’t ruled out the possibility of her husband suing him. And a lawyer was so far outside of the realm of affordability that Noble couldn’t entertain the thought for longer than a few seconds.
“Yeah, well,” Noble said, pressing his hand against his forehead. He sounded a little raw, a little frustrated — more emotive than he had so far. “Evidently I’ve fucked up, this time.”
What he could not do — what he very much was planning on not doing — was tell Ford anything about Mrs. Crouch, because Noble still hadn’t ruled out the possibility of her husband suing him. And a lawyer was so far outside of the realm of affordability that Noble couldn’t entertain the thought for longer than a few seconds.
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