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"She won't make a difference you know?" Tara turned around, totally surprised. She hasn't heard Elliot come into the room, she really started to feel to comfortable in this flat with this bunch of thieves.

"Didn't your momma teach you not to eavesdrop other people?"

"No, she was to busy showing me in how many ways a knife could be useful." The hitter replied and earned a disapproving look from Tara which amused him a little.

"Why do you think that anyway? Parker trusts her, Sophie is probably the only one who can get through her now."

"Parker would call her herself if she thought that Sophie could help her. 'Find the problem, find the solution' That's the way Parker thinks. At the moment she is looked inside her own head, in the same situation when her brother died, there was no Sophie there to help her then so Sophie will not help her now. She will get over it the same way like then and come back to us as the crazy little thief we know." Elliot explained.

"And I thought Nate was the one who thought he knows everything." Tara commented and tried to pass Elliot who stood inside the doorframe, but he didn't want to let her get away without proving his point.

"Look, of course I worry about her, but Parker is still Parker. Sophie left us, left her, the reason for that is indifferent to her, at least now. Sophie left her alone which means, in Parkers world, Sophie doesn't want her. Believe me, Parker won't talk to Sophie when she gets here. Parker learned to overcome things herself and she will do it again. She won't show any weakness to anyone, god knows what made her this way but it was her way to survive and it worked. I've seen that myself dozens of times."

Tara smiled and touched Elliots cheek like he was a four year old boy who tried to convince her that he was a big boy. "My dear Elliot, that's the reason your a hitter and I'm a grifter." The hitter got out of Taras touch with a few harsh steps back and send her an questioning look.

"You have to learn a lot about people Elliot, first of all that people change, other people change them. From what I've heard, all of you have changed already. Parker probably the most because she was never a part of something like a group or a family, she is learning from all of you and tries to act a little more like you guys. Believe me, she will talk to Sophie."

"Never ever."

"Wanna Bet?"

"Sure, what do you want to present me?"

"Picasso and you?"

Elliot smirked. "Van Gogh."

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Hardisons tracking devices were easy to find, he still had a lot to learn about how to trick a professional thief, but he would learn with the time, he was a smart guy after all. Obviously he thought that she would run away, what she will probably do but not right now. In a few hours perhaps but not now, she had to pull herself together first. Since this bad man told her he got a message from her brother Parker began to see him everywhere, smiling, screaming or just watching her how she watched him. His short blonde hair, which was always out of place, his big blue puppy eyes, his heart warming smile... so full of life... so alive. Of course she knew that she was just hallucinating, that her brother wasn't here beside her. He was dead and she knew that, she has seen it happening for god's sake, but in the short time when there was just him and her, she could forget all that, at least for a little while. She's seen him like this a long time after he died, even talked to him but he vanished one day and never came back until now. Parker missed him and was glad to see him again so alive and happy it was so different from the time she really saw him the last time, his little body covered in blood, the bike totally destroyed, one tire beside his little body which lay absolute noiseless on the street, his whole body unnaturally twisted and his smile forever gone from his face. All this pictures came back to her after this so called spirit show and she was glad her brother was there to overlay that horrible memory with his perfect smile he always gave her and just her. They communicated with there expressions, seldom with words, they weren't needed just like now. He wanted to calm her, to show her his real self not this totally wrong picture of him that she had inside her head right now. "I'm so sorry!" Parker whispered and looked him direct in the eyes and let the tears flow freely from her eyes. "It was all my fault." Parker screamed desperate. Now the boys expression changed, pure panic laid in his face when he saw her went to the window and open it. The prospect of the city was beautiful as always but Parker couldn't enjoy this like she usually did, she just took a few steps back, looked at the little boy who still was to shocked to do anything to stop her. "I'm so sorry!" With one last look at the boy Parker run to the open window and jumped, without a harness, without a rope, without preparations, she just jumped and watched the face of her little brother turn into pure horror.