the back.
"Call me Harrison," he stated.
"Harrison," Peter greeted him.
"You can call me Detective," Harrison almost growled.
Megan looked over the top of the taxi and gave Harrison one of those 'I'm sorry' kind of looks and Harrison did his best ' don't worry about it'. Pe ter looked at them both and shook his head, feeling like the third wheel at a unicycle convention. Not the best start to the day.
"Come, on. I'll introduce you to our pilot and we can get off." Harrison took Megan's bag and started leading the way.
"Hold on," coughed Peter. "Pilot?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Megan said with a grin. "We're going via helicopter." She smiled in excitement.
"Well, nobody mentioned flying to me," Peter moaned. "I though we were driving up."
"You can always stay here," Harrison suggested, hoping that Peter would take the easy option.
"What, and leave you two alone." Peter shook his head. "Not a chance."
"And, what is that supposed to mean?" Megan asked.
"Nothing, just forget about it." Peter blushed.
"Right then, children." Harrison stepped in. "If everything is sorted can we please get moving."
Megan smiled at him and started half running towards the pair of helicopters standing outside the only hangar on the site, eager. Harrison held back, walking alongside Peter.
"I don't know what you think is going on. But it isn't," stated Harrison.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Peter avoided eye contact.
"It's obvious you have feelings for the girl and that's fine." Harrison explained his stance. "Just don't go pointing your jealousy gland at me." He glanced at Megan as she stopped outside the Hangar. "I could be her father."
"Whatever," Peter grumbled and increased his pace, leaving Harrison walking on his own.
"Kids," Harrison whispered.
* * *
Harrison watched as Peter joined Megan. He knew they were talking about him, but he'd let it slide. He wasn't here to make friends; he was here to find out the truth. He turned his attention to the pilot who was leaning into the cockpit of the nearest helicopter and studiously ticking away at a sheet held to a clipboard, ignoring the giddy arrival of Megan and the rather more subdued Peter.
Harrison walked up behind the pilot and tapped him on the shoulder. The greeting wasn't answered as the pilot continued to fill out the pre-flight check list.
"Excuse me," Harrison said.
The pilot immediately stood up straight. "Fuck me." The voice was female.
Harrison would have kicked himself for assuming it was a male if it hadn't been for the fact that he recognized the voice; a voice he'd thought he'd never hear again.
Kaci Keyser.
Harrison's face dropped as she spun around to face him. He took her in with a single glance, surprised to find that she'd hardly changed since the last time they'd met. Her hair was a little longer, the strawberry blonde curls now reaching her shoulders and, unlike Harrison, showed no signs of grey.
"Kyle Harrison." She didn't smile
"Kaci." Harrison nodded.
"How's the wife," she asked with a sneer.
"She's dead," Harrison replied.
"Oh shit," Kaci blanched and took a step forward. "I didn't know."
"We need to talk." Harrison took her arm and led her towards the hangar door.
"What's with them?" Peter asked with a grin.
"None of our business," Megan scolded, watching the pair enter the hangar through the staff entrance and wondering what history linked the two together.
Harrison held the door open for Kaci and then entered. He closed the door, pausing to glance back at Megan and
"Call me Harrison," he stated.
"Harrison," Peter greeted him.
"You can call me Detective," Harrison almost growled.
Megan looked over the top of the taxi and gave Harrison one of those 'I'm sorry' kind of looks and Harrison did his best ' don't worry about it'. Pe ter looked at them both and shook his head, feeling like the third wheel at a unicycle convention. Not the best start to the day.
"Come, on. I'll introduce you to our pilot and we can get off." Harrison took Megan's bag and started leading the way.
"Hold on," coughed Peter. "Pilot?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Megan said with a grin. "We're going via helicopter." She smiled in excitement.
"Well, nobody mentioned flying to me," Peter moaned. "I though we were driving up."
"You can always stay here," Harrison suggested, hoping that Peter would take the easy option.
"What, and leave you two alone." Peter shook his head. "Not a chance."
"And, what is that supposed to mean?" Megan asked.
"Nothing, just forget about it." Peter blushed.
"Right then, children." Harrison stepped in. "If everything is sorted can we please get moving."
Megan smiled at him and started half running towards the pair of helicopters standing outside the only hangar on the site, eager. Harrison held back, walking alongside Peter.
"I don't know what you think is going on. But it isn't," stated Harrison.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Peter avoided eye contact.
"It's obvious you have feelings for the girl and that's fine." Harrison explained his stance. "Just don't go pointing your jealousy gland at me." He glanced at Megan as she stopped outside the Hangar. "I could be her father."
"Whatever," Peter grumbled and increased his pace, leaving Harrison walking on his own.
"Kids," Harrison whispered.
* * *
Harrison watched as Peter joined Megan. He knew they were talking about him, but he'd let it slide. He wasn't here to make friends; he was here to find out the truth. He turned his attention to the pilot who was leaning into the cockpit of the nearest helicopter and studiously ticking away at a sheet held to a clipboard, ignoring the giddy arrival of Megan and the rather more subdued Peter.
Harrison walked up behind the pilot and tapped him on the shoulder. The greeting wasn't answered as the pilot continued to fill out the pre-flight check list.
"Excuse me," Harrison said.
The pilot immediately stood up straight. "Fuck me." The voice was female.
Harrison would have kicked himself for assuming it was a male if it hadn't been for the fact that he recognized the voice; a voice he'd thought he'd never hear again.
Kaci Keyser.
Harrison's face dropped as she spun around to face him. He took her in with a single glance, surprised to find that she'd hardly changed since the last time they'd met. Her hair was a little longer, the strawberry blonde curls now reaching her shoulders and, unlike Harrison, showed no signs of grey.
"Kyle Harrison." She didn't smile
"Kaci." Harrison nodded.
"How's the wife," she asked with a sneer.
"She's dead," Harrison replied.
"Oh shit," Kaci blanched and took a step forward. "I didn't know."
"We need to talk." Harrison took her arm and led her towards the hangar door.
"What's with them?" Peter asked with a grin.
"None of our business," Megan scolded, watching the pair enter the hangar through the staff entrance and wondering what history linked the two together.
Harrison held the door open for Kaci and then entered. He closed the door, pausing to glance back at Megan and
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