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[quote=Jen]"... Stay safe."[/quote]

Normally those two words were a generic farewell that offered some welcome variance to the sea of shapeless 'see ya's, but given what had preceded it, Harmony couldn't help but feel that it was more of a warning. It made sense, there was something weird going on here. Harmony had heard of people disappearing all the time, she'd even met people one day that had vanished the next. Sometimes they showed up face down in the river a few days later, sometimes they were never seen again, but somebody else always missed them. There was always a reason for that, they stuck their nose where it didn't belong, they saw something they shouldn't have seen, they talked too much. There was no reason for Eleanor to have disappeared, and none that Harmony or her crumbling web of contacts had been able to dig up.

The conversation had continued apace, and Harmony struggled to catch up as people started to pair off. For a moment she considered going along with the nurse, Charlie, before she caught herself. The main reason she had managed this long sober was because she had avoided temptation. She had stolen drugs from a doctor's office before, testing her will seemed like a recipe for disaster.

Other people had joined the conversation, at least one of which she would have bet half her sobriety was a cop. She'd worked with enough of them to be able to almost smell them, not to mention spent some time in the back of their cars and in their cells. Harmony had been a good lawyer, and she'd spent most of her career opposite the boys in blue. As such a healthy distrust for them had been bred into her. One to watch.

She turned to the last one to speak, not wanting to be the last one left without something to do. [b]"Spoilt brats never do know how to keep a zip on it. Mind if I tag along?"[/b]