Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[The neutrality of Cris' expression was challenged more and more with every word Neil said, torn by reactive muscles. He noted the quickness of the handshake, even the tempo of Neil's words seemed too fast—crisis—but the mention of the heart kind of put that into perspective. Joey and a human heart. ¿Qué coño?] Micah... [It had to be. The pictures, his post, neither got enough attention, so he escalated. Cris had seen how confused the man had been when Sam wrote back, untethered by fear. And who else was sick enough (and desperate enough) to send a girl a human heart the day after Valentine's?
Cris hoped it wasn't actually her brother's. He wouldn't know what to do with that. But he had a couple ideas. He could take the heart for evidence to Marvel, add it and a story to the warrants already out for the Irishman—that way they could test its origins against a sample of Sam's. They could test it for any detritus or anything else on it that might lead them to a location.
Whatever they did, they had to move fast. Cris nodded at the other guy, everything about him reading Cop, from square of shoulders to the way he turned, leading Neil with him toward the door in classic "let's take a walk" style.] I got my badge. I'll threaten them with somethin'—sueing them or somethin'—if they kick her out, unless there's some clause in the intake forms. We'll figure it out. She should stay here. I'm sure—Es justo lo que necesitamos para que las cosas se calmen... [He held the door open. The little amount of info Neil had meant when Sam called, she was probably in a bad state, and the director being in on the call meant she'd probably been sedated. He took a deep breath.] They can keep her calm, maybe enough to get info outta her.