Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[Of course. Cris had looked away from Sam at the sound of approaching footsteps, rich heel'd, on cold tile and caught Neil in the doorway. The shake of his head was enough to telegraph what Cris had already figured—nothing useful. Because Neil was right—the hospital didn't matter. The director. The orderly here with serrated teethmarks on his arm. They had Sam, and the grisly gifts, and the rest of the dots that strung out constellation-wide between the girl and Micah, they could be connected easy enough. It didn't take a genius to figure the stuff out, not with someone as unsubtle and reckless as Micah.
Now they needed to see if the heart was really... Joey's. They needed to find the Irishman. But, first and foremost, they needed to get Sam outta here.
Sharp black eyes moved to the orderly.] Get her outta that thing, would you? [And to Sam, more soft.] Nos vamos ahora, mami. Te ayudaré a empacar el resto de tus cosas. Si lo quieres.