Short little Chapter but there is plenty more to come…
A knock on Liz's door broke through her daydream.
'who is it?' since discovering her house had been under watch by the mysterious people Red felt were affiliated with Tom she had become extra vigilant with her safety.
'Lizzie let me in my hands are burning'
Against her better judgement she went to the door.
A plate sized platter was held forward so that that she caught the scent of tomato soup.
'Im allergic to tomatoes'
'oh come now we had cherry tomato pasta that time we dined together, do you remember?'
'maybe I'm just allergic to bribery'
'Lizzie you look almost as ashen as those grey pants you are wearing'
'wow thank you can I perhaps buy any of your poetry in the shops?'
'I want you to eat this' he fixed her with a serious stare the kind that gave his pupils a dark shade.
She crossed her arms not wanting to be defeated in this argument.
'I want you to leave me alone'
'you need to eat Lizzie,you need suplements oh and you'll want to see this too'
He produced a folder from his coat pocket and held it out.
'you told me you are a patriot of justice and I give this to you whether you want to read it or not its your choice but I must say it makes for good reading'
She suddenly felt …disturbed? Upset? That Red handt touched her or come into close physical contact with her this time. Thus rather than leaving pride override her emotions she went to the kitchen to fetch a spoon while carrying the file.
When she opened it she took in the little note at the top:
'puppets are just mouth pieces Lizzie'
The name on the top of the file caught Liz off guard it read Agent Donald Ressler.