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Her heels clicked on the floor and her hair was perfectly styled. People tended to trust Nadia more when she looked like this, the only thing smudged was her makeup, all a perfect act to get her access to the room number she was looking for.
“My nephew is here, his name is Rowan? He called me to let me know he was here and I’ve left my ID at my house in Boston, please miss, you’ve got to help me I’ve just been so worried!”
Nurses always felt bad for crying women, especially crying women who looked like they’d been up for more than twenty-four hours (Insomnia: 1; Sallybrook General Hospital: 0) and Nadia guessed her acting background in school plays was finally paying off as tears fell down her cheeks without too much effort. She was definitely impressed with herself. She’d have to do stuff like this more often, now that she was cut off from the power her badge used to hold. This was almost fun.
The woman had given up the room number immediately after fresh tears began to fall, and Nadia had rushed off towards the room number given. She probably didn’t have much time, assuming someone else would end up visiting this kid. But she had to ask about what he saw and heard around the fire. She’d seen something when the boy had come up out of the water, but she’d had to ignore it in favor of the return of another stolen child.
(Her brain screamed that maybe, just maybe, Farah would be next. She’d have to leave that thought locked away tight lest she turn back to the bottom of a bottle.)
She couldn’t speak with the second to return, not yet. He was probably still in questioning. So the next best option was walking into this hospital room that this kid couldn’t leave and trapping him to ask a few questions. Not exactly the most morally sound thing she’d ever done, but not the worst either. She enters the room, wiping away the tear tracks and hoping she only kind of looks like hell.
“Hello, my favorite nephew.” Nadia starts, pleading with her eyes for the kid lying on the bed with wide eyes to go along with it. There was a nurse eyeing her suspiciously in the hallway, and she wanted to make sure to throw her off until she could get the door closed “It’s me, your favorite aunt. I brought flowers to cheer you up.”
The door clicks closed behind her and Nadia blinks.
“Oh, thank god. Sorry, I really didn’t think this would work?” She almost wants to laugh in astonishment, but she can’t bring herself to. Instead, she offers her hand, just like she used to begin every single interview in her career as an officer. “I’m Nadia Kazmir, I just want to ask you a few questions. I’m not a cop though, so, don’t even worry about that.” She said, and the second the words left her mouth she realized how much it sounded like she was a terrible undercover officer.
“Sorry, that made it sound like I was... I don’t know, the worst undercover officer ever? I’m a private investigator, so same job without the arresting people thing.”