Parker was saved from answering by Hardison. “Holding it together, far as we know. Sophie’s with him.”
“I don’t like her,” Parker said, feeling the need to get her feelings on the table – so to speak. “She’s not nice enough to be Nate’s daughter.”
Neither Eliot nor Hardison had anything to say to that, but Parker could feel the hiccup in the conversation.
No matter how many questions Eliot asked, Parker kept coming back to the feeling that he was most concerned about the coroner’s report the hospital had dug up. If there’s a coroner’s report on Lindsey McDonald, she thought, that means that Lindsey McDonald was a real person.
Real enough for Eliot to panic upon learning the man was dead.
Parker knew Eliot wouldn’t keep any secrets that might endanger the team, but of all of them she suspected he had the most to hide. That was part of why he stuck around – they let him keep his secrets. Now was definitely not the time to change that unspoken rule and start pressing him for sensitive information.
Eliot was panting for breath by the time they reached the pub. The morphine had clearly worn off. He tried to hide how much pain he was in, but Hardison and Parker knew him better than he probably thought they did. When he had to lean against the wall, the two of them exchanged a worried look. Hardison went immediately to unlock the back door for them – no way were they getting Eliot through the crowded bar, even if Hardison did own the building.
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13/8/12 11:42 (UTC)Parker was saved from answering by Hardison. “Holding it together, far as we know. Sophie’s with him.”
“I don’t like her,” Parker said, feeling the need to get her feelings on the table – so to speak. “She’s not nice enough to be Nate’s daughter.”
Neither Eliot nor Hardison had anything to say to that, but Parker could feel the hiccup in the conversation.
No matter how many questions Eliot asked, Parker kept coming back to the feeling that he was most concerned about the coroner’s report the hospital had dug up. If there’s a coroner’s report on Lindsey McDonald, she thought, that means that Lindsey McDonald was a real person.
Real enough for Eliot to panic upon learning the man was dead.
Parker knew Eliot wouldn’t keep any secrets that might endanger the team, but of all of them she suspected he had the most to hide. That was part of why he stuck around – they let him keep his secrets. Now was definitely not the time to change that unspoken rule and start pressing him for sensitive information.
Eliot was panting for breath by the time they reached the pub. The morphine had clearly worn off. He tried to hide how much pain he was in, but Hardison and Parker knew him better than he probably thought they did. When he had to lean against the wall, the two of them exchanged a worried look. Hardison went immediately to unlock the back door for them – no way were they getting Eliot through the crowded bar, even if Hardison did own the building.