Washington, D.C.
Same Time
Sunday
Someone was angsty, and that wasn’t boding well for her day off.
Just yesterday, Elizabeth had closed a case, and once more, on any upcoming cases she had in the next week, her father wouldn’t be there to help her.
Why?
Well, maybe because the douchebag woman that he’d married, and inadvertently saddled them with a living nightmare when Elizabeth was a child, had called.
And she’d tracked down Charlie to play daddy.
Apparently, Abigale had to go home to see her dying mother, and someone needed to watch Georgie.
Not.
It.
She wasn’t quite sure why her half-brother couldn’t go with her, since he wasn’t a baby, but that wasn’t her problem. Abigale and Charlie would have to work that out.
All she knew was she wasn’t playing second mommy to a seventeen-year-old she rarely saw.
Oh, don’t get her wrong. She loved her half-brother, and didn’t blame him an iota for any of this marital nightmare, but she wasn’t dealing with anything to do with her ex-stepmother.
PASS.
Honestly, when Abigale called her, which was almost never, she had thought that something had happened to George. That was theONLYthing in Abigale’s life that she loved other than God.
So, she answered the phone, thinking something bad had happened.
Unfortunately, it had been a trap.
How?
Abigale was getting on a flight to DC, and someone had to pick up Georgie at the airport and watch him for a week.
Which brought her to why her father was angsty.
It wasn’t about watching his son. God knew he’d fought hard for any time with Georgie, but it was more about Elizabeth giving him the bad news.
There was no way he could travel with Georgie while she was handling any cases.
TheLASTplace she needed her half-brother was near a serial killer.
That would be a bad mix.
That would be like putting Abigale next to someone with an addictive personality. She’d have them enrolled in the cuckoo cult she subscribed to back home. Georgie was easily influenced—thus his belief that Abigale was the sun, moon, and stars when she was the cuckoo, the defective, and the nutters.
So, when Charlie heard that he wasn’t traveling to help her, he was pissy.
Because he’d missed out on the cannibal case due to his jackassery with his gallbladder, and now, he knew she’d be likely getting a case any day, he was three days past bitchy to sulky.
“This sucks.”
Elizabeth shrugged.
