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“Peter?” Lindsey’s voice was strained.
“Yeah?”
“What makes you so sure?”
“When I died on the table, call it a near death experience if you like but I wanted to die. Wanted to just go, stop the pain, the hurt, and the fear and find Connor. Only problem was he wasn’t where he should be and they pulled me back. I thought at the time I was hallucinating but when I died again and he wasn’t there I knew he was here, I can’t explain it Lindsey. But we’ve both gone through near death experiencers before and believed them. Why?” he turned to face her. “Are you finding it so hard to believe me?”
“I don’t disbelieve Peter, I’m just, we’re just worried.” Lindsey touched his arm as he walked away.
“Going out?” Ray asked as he bowed his head and stared at his hands.
“Yes I am going out.” Peter slung a leather jacket over his shoulders and picked up the motorcycle helmet before staring at Lindsey who sat dissolutely. “And before you say anything Dad, I’m nearly forty, and can look after myself and my date.” Lindsey’s head snapped up.
“Date?” She asked softly.
“Unless of course you’d rather moulder here with the folks.” Peter smiled and threw Connor’s helmet to her.
“Coming dear.” She smiled and whizzed passed Ray. “Ah where are we going?”
“Scituate.”
“To the lighthouse?”
“Yeah, there’s a nice little caf? there, buy you something sweet.” He bent and kissed her cheek.
“At least take the cell.” Ray called after them.
Peter waved it in his hand before dropping it in his pocket.
~~~~****~~~~
“Anton.” Matt grinned broadly as he plucked the old doctors bag from the back of the jeep and ushered him up the small path.
“Hey Matt. You’re in good form.” Anton smiled as he clasped his hand over Matts shoulder. “So where is my patient?”
“Inside.”
Anton stood still. Inside? Didn’t make any sense, what would Elsinger be doing out of custody and put up in reasonable accommodation?
“You eat?” Matt asked as he opened the door and the faint aroma of cooking steak wafted through the house.
“On the plane, though if your cooking steak that’s a different matter.” Anton laughed and turned around to close the door.
“Actually,” Connor smiled as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned on the doorframe. “Matt can’t cook, so I inherited KP.”
Shocked Anton turned and leaned against the wall, his face a curious mix of relief, disbelief and astonishment. He recovered quickly and moved with amazing speed as he wrapped Connor up in his arms and smiled.
“Alive?” he felt the pulse point in his throat with his fingers and frowned. “You’re alive? Damned Peter was right all along. What happened? Does he know?” almost unable to control his joy Connor laughed and the sound was deep and mellow coming from the bottom of his chest and through his heart.
“Breathe Anton.” Connor counselled as he led his old friend into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.
“But.” Anton stammered.
“No- breathe.” Connor narrowed his eyes and put the glass of water down on the table. Instinctively Anton did as he was told and Matt marveled at the level of control Doyle had on the old man, in fact if he considered the matter closer to hand he marveled at the level of control Doyle had had on everyone including him.
Anton sipped the water as Matt put down a thick file on the table. “Case documents on Connor, you might like to read them, but I suggest you do it after you’ve eaten. They’re not pretty.”
Hendricks scowled as he thumbed through the pages. “I assume then that the President wants the psych evaluation done on you?” He looked at Connor who was laying salad on the table with new steamed potatoes.
“So it seems.” Connor answered. “How’s the malaria?”
“Oh fine, had an attack a while back but Clair caught it in time.” Anton ignored the shocked look on Matt’s face and realized just how far out of the loop he had been with his team.
“And you’ve got Katherine back?” Connor served the steaks and sat down.
“Yes, did you know that Elsinger was the original case manager on her disappearance?” Anton helped himself to the salad.
“No but it makes sense, you joined the OSIR not long after that.”
“Matt you could have told me that Connor was still alive.”
“No actually Anton I couldn’t, this is an awkward situation, Connor is only alive because Bob needs me to clean up this mess.”
“Indeed.” Anton raised his brows.
“Yes, no rush of course, but I need to tell Bob that its okay to let Connor go home, when that’s done you can have your shot with Elsinger if there’s anything left of him when I’m finished.”
“Time frame?” Anton asked.
“Forty-eight hours.” Matt closed his eyes as he savoured the steak.
~~~~****~~~~
“Alright Matt, let’s have it, preliminary background report on Doyle, the short version if you don’t mind.” Bob peered over his glasses as he sipped the scotch.
“Most of the mundane stuff is of little use to you Bob, but Doyle is ONI.”
“Naval Intelligence? You sure?”
“Absolutely.” Matt slid a folder across the table. “Spent seven months in the mid- eighties in Hunter Killer subs in Russian waters doing covert surveillance.”
“Top level security clearance, distinguished service record. What about his partner?”
“Peter Axon, Marine Recon. Did a five year tour of duty, taught at the Academy and finished his tour in Europe, went on to teach a physics course as Professor at the Sorbonne.”
Another folder was slid across the desk.
“Same security clearance.” Bob nodded.
“Moved back to the US and then home to Bell Island, taught at the local high school for six months and coached the local hockey team. He was offered a contract with the CDC in Atlanta, which he took and clocked up hundreds of hours in Hazmat environments. Elsinger made him an offer from there.”
“All right, you have a go, dependant on Hendricks report, so long as he’s stable you can organize transport back to Boston.”
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