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"If I was the one in your business and needed to explain why I should be trusted?"

"I saw what kind of clout Leech was packing. Everyone has a price, so no one can be trusted outright." A sidelong glance at Dagmar, and he amends, with a hint of a smile, "...almost everyone."

"Well, i can't blame him for curiosity... I just don't feel obligated to take this interview," She points out "And you don't have to trust me, Symon. I've helped and I hope that assists in proving you can trust me. However, to answer some of tthat...I think I can create a distraction for the press to chase, a leak of more interest .. purely mortal in nnature. No harm to anyone. " Mmm "Me as a Leach agent? No. For the gwydionn record, I do not work for leach, or his agents. I am working against him. "

A glance flicked to Dagmar again, judging her response.

Brow furrow.

Slow nod.

That's good enough for him. "It's a HIPPAA violation, but I bet I can get you some details on a celebrity who was interviewing some of the reconstructive surgeons here. Dad mentioned it at dinner... sounds like there was a botched nose job. As long as the leak can't be traced back to him."

True

CC looks... startled at Symon "Damn kid, I was going to go with the celebrity angle myself"

True again

A thin smirk. "The only thing the public likes more than a favorite celebrity, is turning on them."

Of course, the son of a boggan, even adopted, would know the power of gossip!

She chews on a nail. "And we can take Dad home?"

"True enough" CC smiles "Most folks will tune out a race war in a third world country or a state on fire if they can instead hear about how some celebrity said something rrude on twitter"

then the woman looks at Dagmar "It mabe a day or two, but I thinkn so. You guys will work that out"

"Kerri could fix him. Or Chief."

"I better start on that celebrity fall out then" A look to Symon "Agreed?"

He nods. "If there's anything owed, you come to me, or speak to my mom. Not my dad. Okay?"

Dagmar looks down on the sleeping Jaymes.

To Dagmar, "Might be too dangerous to move him, even to Kerri's, yet. But you - we, can stay here. I'll make sure of that."

"Of course, Symon. I'll be spending the night at the Wayburtonns if either of you need me. Do you know them?"

A slow nod, and he relaxes just a touch. "Yeah. They're cool."

Lip-bite, nod. "Thanks, Sy."

"I broke my phone..."

"Your dad's gonna be okay..." And CC makes a gesture, veiling herself "I'm off onn that Celebrity story"

He nods and without hesitation, offers over his own. "Here, if you need to check in with anyone."

Symon watches CC... or rather, watches where she was, and whispers, "I gotta get around to learning that."

"You can't? I sorta figured you could, you're good at sneaking."

"Thank you." She texts Tove. (TXT:Safe?)

Tove texts back TEXT: Yes. Your Uncle filled us in. Your father, you're with him? or near?

She finds that her fingerprint unlocks the tap pad, before she can ask Symon to do it.

Never mind when/where Symon got her fingerprint...

Well, of course he did. SYmon's her clever friend.

"I can do shadows to hide better in the dark, and Fuddle to seem like maybe I'm someone who belongs there. Being invisible is a bit more tricky. Not that I couldn't learn it... just, only so much time in the day, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure you could figure that out if you wanted to. Mom and CJ are safe." She updates him.

(TXT: Yes, at hospital. Dr. Lee fixed him)

He nods. "You didn't park your bike out front, did you? They'll tow you if you're in the Ambulance zone."

(TXT: He's asleep)

"I parked way back in visitors. I didn't bring my wallet."

TXT: Thank goodness. We'll get him healed up discretely. Try not to draw attenntion. The press are like vultures

TXT: might be a day or two before he can come home

TXT: Okay. We'll find a way to keep watch on him, take shifts

"It was Leach, that's what CC said. Because we caught him."

Another Txt... but this one from Zane

He scowls. "If he was dead, maybe he'd stop having influence. That's MY vote. As much clout as he was waving around, this won't end until there's no chance of anyone getting rewarded for avenging him, or springing him free, or any of that shit."

Text: Hey, Symon Is Dags okay? May is going nuts trying to text her. Says she's not respondinng to her she texed me hoping I would know where she is"

TXT: This is me. I broke my phone, Borrowing Sy's.

"I don't think we're allowed to kill him. I would, though."

TXT: AH! I'll tell her you're okay. She was heading towards your house to check on you and your fam. She's bringing brownnies

"I'm gonna make a call. BRB...." He slips off to find a phone.