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A/N: Here we go my wonderful readers. Another Friday another post. You'll be happy to know that I just finished writing the 275th chapter and I am on track to being done this season around the 300th chapter. I'm actually only two chapters away from starting to rewrite the 23rd episode. I'm also almost to a point where I can start posting 3 times a week again. So you know, exciting! In this chapter Rowan's going to be meeting someone new… a new familiar face. We were supposed to meet him in season 7 but we're going to be meeting him earlier than expected. Don't worry, this new person won't be sticking around too long. Don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you guys on Monday!
Chapter 268
Rowan, according to Conejo, was a straight up, cold hearted, bitch. He wasn't sure what it was she was doing to Gabriel Waincroft to warrant that moniker, but she was voiding to Hawaii every night to mess with him. Wo Fat kept telling her to stop but secretly he was also super proud that his Rowan was essentially gaslighting the man who caused her such torment in the first place.
He wasn't going to say that though, not when it encouraged her bad behaviour.
Except for the occasional night out to haunt Gabriel, Rowan was home with him. She wrote songs, she had her self defence and running classes with Conejo, her dancing practice with Wo Fat, and generally just hung out. She'd throw Conejo out to jobs, seeing as the poor man needed some time to stretch his legs and get all the girliness out of his system. And boy did he love the jobs where he got to take someone out.
On the days that Conejo was out, watching Rowan fell to Wo Fat who never seemed to have the same issues keeping track of his little sister the way Conejo and Steven did. Though it did help that Rowan was very kindly on her best behaviour for the last week or so. Rowan was so well behaved, in fact, that Wo Fat had managed to put the finishing touches on his network, finishing, of course, with his own personal port in a house that couldn't be traced to him thanks to Rowan and the amazing job she had done with the fake paperwork. It was also the place where he'd store his product before taking his new boat out into international waters to meet with his suppliers and offload his product there.
They were doing alright. Yes, she was still a little sad about McGarrett but she was no longer interested in being a criminal though her songs were still a little depressing. It was a give and take situation, there were certain things he would have to accept in order to get the better outcome.
Rowan herself has been more subdued as of late, a sort of iceness had taken her over, making her stiff and her tone merciless. It was a change that had lingered from the days he allowed her to be a criminal with him but he figured she'd snap out of it sooner or later. Though it was looking more like later. So he was very surprised when he had a hyperactive Rowan, jumping at him the second he came off his boat on his own private, cave-dwelling pier.
"What did you break?" he asked accepting the hug she was throwing at him despite suspicions taking a hold of his mind.
"Nothing."
"Then what did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Rowan."
"I'm serious," she said with a pout putting her feet back down to the wood of the pier that stillness and stiffness taking over her again. "I just missed you."
He inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement. "Alright, well I missed you too. But I was only gone for six hours, and you probably slept through them…"
"I don't sleep when you're on the ocean," she told him. "I stay awake in case you need me."
She meant her void powers. She was staying awake in case a trade off went awry and he needed to be pulled. It warmed his heart to think of his sister sitting in her bed watching the ocean outside her balcony waiting for some sort of alert to warn her of impending disaster or his need of her.
"That's very nice of you." He offered her his arm which she took and together they took the stairs up to the main floor of the house. "There's something on your mind though, I can tell. What is it?"
"Well… honestly, Wo, I'm bored."
"Bored," he echoed.
"Yes."
"In a mansion with everything in it, you're bored."
"Yes."
Wo Fat sighed. God if she asked him to go back on heists he might start screaming. "Okay, and what would you like to propose to combat this boredom?"
"Well… I know we got side tracked, but you said, before we went to Colombia, that the plan was to help Armando and then go back to travelling."
That was right, he had said that. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. "Alright, yes. You're right. I did say that."
"I want to start travelling again."
Well it was better than wanting to start going on heists again. "Okay. Yes, I can manage that," he said honestly. It was true, he had a better handle on his cash flow and could afford whatever lavish activities she wanted to make him or Conejo partake in. "Do you know where you want to go?"
"England. London, England. We missed it the last time we were in Europe."
That was true they had. He had a feeling that London would have been the next stop after Berlin. And he had a feeling she might have asked for the Orient Express to take them to London once more. He knew her excuse too, because he had missed the experience on the train, they would need to travel on it again. Without the murder mystery theater, no doubt, but she would have wanted to go with him too.
"Of course. Yes, I will look into the details and when Con is done with his current mission and he's back we will go, alright? Can you stand a little bit of boredom for the next couple of days?"
"I pulled Conejo home this evening, right after you left actually," Rowan told him that smug smile on her face. "I've got all the details booked on your computer. You just need to put a credit card number in."
Ah. So that's what this was. She had done everything already. She just needed him aware and okay to go. "I expect to leave tomorrow morning, so start packing."
She got up on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. "I really am glad that you got back safe, and I really did miss you though," she added and he found himself smiling despite the trick she had just played on him.
Part of him wished for his happy hyper sister back, but he knew better than to tell her that. He knew why she had changed into this quiet, demure, stiff version of herself. And it was his fault. He and his lies.
And because he still felt guilty, he paid for everything she had up on his laptop. The hotel, the excursions, the trip packages. Everything. And in the morning, they packed up their suitcases and together the three of them jumped to London, England.
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Rowan had booked them into the Berkeley hotel, which was across from Hyde Park. She had booked the Grand Pavilion Penthouse and the Crescent Pavilion Penthouse next door simply because this hotel didn't offer separate rooms in their penthouses. Rowan got the Crescent Pavilion and the two boys got the Grand Pavilion though she did say she didn't mind switching suits if one of them needed a night on their own.
But both Wo Fat and Conejo said they were fine with the whole sharing a suit thing, special since they both got their own king-sized bed. They didn't seem to care that they were sharing a room though.
The first day was what Wo Fat called one of her throw-away days. This was the day that she unpacked, got used to the lay of the land. She'd make Conejo walk with her so she got her bearings around the hotel, but this time Wo Fat went with them. It had been nice to walk through Hyde Park on Wo Fat's arm, since Conejo was always twitchy when it came to being out in open spaces.
Then, when they were all walked out and she felt comfortable with her surroundings, they went back to the hotel and Rowan sat in the middle of the Wo Fat and Conejo's suite living room and spread out all the tourist pamphlets she got and went about deciding which days she would do what.
Once her schedule was set and the boys decided which activities they wanted to do with her, they went to dinner, which was in the hotel restaurant, before choosing a suit to go to for a post-dinner movie and eventually Rowan would go to sleep. Usually that meant she'd fall asleep nestled into one of the boy's side and they would have to take her to her room.
Last night it had been to Wo Fat's side she had curled up, which meant that it was him who had tucked her in. That morning, however, she was with Conejo as Wo Fat was apparently busy checking out his various agencies to see if they were running smoothly in his absence.
She had taken Conejo first, to the Tower of London. Together they walked through that little hall to see the crown jewels. Her eyes had glittered and the two of them joked about how easy it would be to walk out with them, with her powers. Then they took what was advertised as the "Bloody Tour" which was the more gruesome version of the Tour where they learned all the dark and disgusting things that went on in the Tower, which included a good look at the famous chopping block.
That little stump of wood still looked damp with the blood.
The tour had curdled her stomach and she had purpose not eaten a lot at breakfast in anticipation. The tour, however, was very well received by Conejo who loved every brutal second of it.
Lunch was high tea at the Savoy to calm her nerves and to get the High Tea of the trip out of the way. Though, now that she was in the land of Afternoon or High Tea she had a feeling she was going to do a lot of them.
After Lunch they went through Buckingham Palace, wandering around the luxurious palace once again joking about coming back to spend the night, you know, with her powers. With her powers they'd be unstoppable, no one would be able to prove that they were living there, they'd never be caught.
After that tour was done they walked the short distance through Hyde Park to their hotel. The plan was to wait for Wo Fat to come so they could go to dinner. But after an hour of waiting, Rowan was antsy and Conejo was hungry.
So, Rowan came up with a plan. She found something that she wanted to do that wouldn't take her out of the hotel and it even involved Conejo getting a pre-dinner snack.
She took him down to the hotel bar, where she attempted to have a conversation with the Bar manager. He was not receptive of her idea, so their conversation ended with Rowan turning a pout to Conejo who had been standing behind her. He simply had to take one look at Conejo and his intimidating glare and he decided that didn't want to deal with whatever it was Conejo would do to him and let her take center stage. Or, in this case, the back wall of the bar, where she could set up a bar stool and a microphone.
While she set up for what would probably be a one-song-set, Conejo set himself up at a little table with his food which was just pub style fries covered what had to be a little bit of everything in the kitchen. She was certain she could see a fried egg in there and a few dill pickles.
She got the guitar strap over her shoulder and then smiled out to the confused faces before focusing on Conejo. "Hello Everyone. I'm Ro and I'm going to be singing one of my new songs, feel free to hit me with any critiques when I'm done. Uh… a little back story, I wrote this song for my friend Con over there, so uh… I'm hoping it makes him happy."
She got a smattering of limp applause, and a confused look on Conejo's face but she was already strumming the opening cords she had. Then she started singing.
I keep trying, nothing's working. I still wanna know if you're alone. I keep trying to put this behind me. I still wanna know who's taking you home
For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it. Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body. Stay out all night, go where the music is loud, so I don't have to think about it, I'm beggin', please, don't play… no more sad songs.
The second she sung the words: sad songs, Conejo started laughing. It was an upbeat tempo, just like he asked her to write, and she was even using his own request in the song. But it still had that tone, that little bit of her heart ache still in it. A delightful compromise if she had ever written one.
She finished her song to a more earnest applause and Conejo on his feet giving her a standing ovation. She bowed to the small crowd, thanked them for their time and then went to sit with Conejo, propping her guitar up against their small round table.
"That was really good," he said when she was sitting and already picking at his fries. "I love the chorus, that's uh… yeah. No more Sad Songs, if you sell it I should get a cut for being your muse."
Rowan laughed at him. "You're already getting a cut of all my profits, remember?"
"No, that's payment for services rendered," Conejo reminded her. "Because I'm your bodyguard."
Rowan shook her head. "Naw, you're just my older brother."
"Oh, oh, am I now?" he asked with a laugh as if he didn't already know that she was telling everyone that he was her other older brother. "So, you're paying me to be your brother."
"Now I'm paying you to put up with me. Since I'm so annoying."
"So annoying," he agreed though the smile on his face told her he was teasing. But that smile faded and suddenly a frown was on his face, directed to something above them.
Rowan turned and found a man standing beside their table, it looked like a smile had been on his face, but now that his eyes had locked with Conejo's that smile was fading.
"Uhm… hello… can I uh… can I help you?" she asked.
The man turned back to her and that smile crept back into his features though it was a tad bit shaky now. "I uh… I just want to congratulate you on quite a properly written song. Did you write it yourself?"
Congratulate her on properly written song? Here she was thinking that British people didn't really talk like that, but this guy was proving her wrong.
Rowan looked at him a little more closely. His features were rounded, his jaw line not chiseled but nicely proportionate with the rest of his face. He was in a black polo and black pants looking a lot like a whiter, Britisher Wo Fat. He had kind hazel eyes, light brown short hair, styled a lot like Steve's was but best of all his shoulders were broad, his chest seemed wide and that right there was her type.
Rowan smiled languidly and nodded. "Yes, I did."
"That's amazing, that you could be that beautiful and that creative. You must be Aoida reincarnated."
Conejo's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "Did he just insult you."
"Aoida is the Greek muse of song," she whispered. She turned back to him. "Thank you, that's very kind of you to say."
"I'm Harry, Harry Ford," he said offering her a hand to shake.
"I'm Row…. OW!" she couldn't help but yelp Conejo had kicked her under the table pretty hard. She realized then that she had been about to tell this cute man her real name and that was something she wasn't supposed to do. She turned a weak smile up to him. "Sorry about that, accidentally kicked the table. I'm Rory."
She took his offered hand and let him shake it, as his eyes held hers and his grin became a little more suggestive than before.
"I hope this isn't too presumptuous, but I was hoping that I might… treat you to dinner," he offered. Rowan opened her mouth to accept but Conejo cut her off.
"No, thank you. We've already eaten," he said gesturing to his meal.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think the two of you were…"
"We're not," Rowan said cutting off Harry's assumption and sending a warning glare to Conejo. "And I haven't eaten yet, remember?"
Conejo's glare remained unchanged, it was like his eyes were telling her that he had no intention of letting her out of his sight. Then she remembered that she promised Wo Fat she'd have dinner with him tonight and if she invited a stranger along things could get awkward. While Conejo was alright with her flirting and potentially sleeping with strangers, Wo Fat was not and would not be a good wing man in this situation.
"I do however, already have dinner plans, so I am spoken for tonight," she told Harry. "But you can have me tomorrow, if you'd like. Breakfast, 9am, I'll meet you in the lobby."
"I look forward to it," he said, a warmth in those hazel eyes that seemed promising. He took her hand and kissed the top of it. "Tomorrow, 9am in the lobby."
As soon as he was gone Rowan turned her triumphant smile Conejo to see that he was not amused. "Ro, you know I don't care what you put in your vag, but that guy… something's off about him."
"He's just super English," she said already lost in lala land. "All proper and what not."
"Rowan that guy is law enforcement."
"What?"
"You heard me. That man is law enforcement guaranteed."
Rowan sighed at him. "Not everyone is law enforcement. He didn't even have a gun or a badge."
"I can tell by the way he holds himself. He's a cop. I know it. And I don't trust him."
"Oh, you worry too much. Here. We'll have breakfast in the lobby you can scope him out and then we'll go from there, okay? And worst comes to worst I'll just void out if it looks like he's unsavory or something, okay?"
It was not okay, she could tell that Conejo did not think it was okay in any way. But he shook his head and tucked back into his fries with a low grumble of: "Gonna get herself arrested."
Not with her powers, she wouldn't. Not for long anyway.
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Harry was nothing if not punctual. When she got down to the lobby she found him waiting there for her. He had worn a blue suit with a light blue button down dress shirt. Why did she always go for guys who looked good in blue? And why were they all in suits these days? Didn't anyone wear jeans? Well JC had. But he had always been rather informal.
She had chosen to wear one of her nicer outfits. A nice little navy-blue polka dotted dress with a high collar and puffed sleeves. She had chosen to wear one of her fancier elegant necklaces, a simple fake diamond on a long chain. He smiled as he stood to greet her, looking her up and down appreciating the view.
"What a nice necklace, is it real?"
There was an oddness about the way he asked it but she chalked that up to Conejo's suspicions playing tricks on her.
"Course not, but it looks close enough, right?"
And that was the end of that part of the conversation. They had a lovely breakfast together and she thought that would be it. But he surprised her. He had asked if she had wanted to go for a walk and that lead to him taking her to an Alice in Wonderland themed book store called Alice through the Looking Glass.
Rowan was so excited about it that he proposed a whole Alice in Wonderland themed day. So after an hour or so in the shop they walked all the way to Mad Hatter's Afternoon Tea House, where they had an Alice in Wonderland themed Afternoon Tea where she got to have the Cheshire Cat Earl Grey and little cookies in the shape of eat me cookies and drink me potions. She had never been so excited for Afternoon Tea in her life.
When that was done he hired them a car, which she realized meant he was renting a car. Even though she probably shouldn't have, and if Conejo found out he'd kill her, she got in a car with a relative stranger and let him drive her out of the city.
To be fair they had been doing a lot of talking. So, she knew that Harry was a widower, but she didn't know what his wife had died from. She knew that he didn't have kids though did want them one day. He was not in law enforcement, but was an accountant for a prestigious law firm, hence the fancy outfits and dapper way around his words.
She knew that he was 44 years old and his birthday was June third. Which made him Wo Fat's age and 14 years older than her. Though he didn't quite mind the age gap apparently.
Unfortunately, Rowan had to lie to him. She had to tell him that she was from New York, that her name was Rory Wickerby, and she 100% had a degree in interior design. She had to tell him that she was in England with a potential client, helping him acquire Victorian antiques directly from the source. And then she had to tell him that Conejo was her personal security detail, as her client was a prominent figure and thought himself to be in danger when abroad. Since she was travelling with him, she too got her own security for her own safety.
She had to tell him that song writing was a hobby, that she didn't travel as often as she would like. She had to tell him that her parents had died in an accident, that she had a brownstone in New York and no pets and that she had no idea how to skate though she wanted to learn.
But she didn't lie about everything. She told him that she used to horseback ride. She told him that her mother had been a psychiatrist and her father had been a scientist that worked at one of New York's colleges. And she told him about the terrible ex who had been super controlling, only to run off and marry his ex after saying that he wasn't ready for that step.
She may have talked a lot about Steve, a little too much about him actually, but she hadn't told Harry his real name. She had decided that it was probably a better idea to call him Jamie for the time being. Since she had to go with the cover story as per Conejo's request.
But if he thought she were lying he didn't let on and she felt like she knew enough about the guy to feel comfortable getting in a car with him. Not to mention she had taken a hit from the energizing ray so she was juiced up and ready to go if things went sideways.
But he didn't take her to some top-secret government holding facility, nor did he take her to a police precinct. He brought her to a giant estate with sprawling gardens as far as the eye could see. The sun was starting to go down but apparently that was the point.
"This is Oxford Gardens," he told her once he had purchased the tickets to whatever it was he was treating her to. "This is going to be a candle lit walk through their special gardens. It's a special event, not an every day thing…"
"Mm, really trying to impress me, aren't ya?"
He just smiled at her, offered her an arm, and then together they carefully walked through the gravel grounds, as quickly as Rowan could manage in the pair of red-bottom heels she had chosen to wear with that dress. When they got to the path Rowan saw that it was special indeed.
"Oh my, is that… is this…"
"Alice in Wonderland themed gardens. Yes, it is."
Rowan nearly squealed, she couldn't help it. There were specially cut topiary hedges, candle lit paths and floating lanterns above their heads. Rowan walked through the paths beyond delighted. They stayed long past the sunset so she could see the stars above the garden twinkle.
And that night, once Harry had taken her back to the hotel, she made the executive decision to make him her London guy.
So, she took him up to her room.
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Harry, in fact, was not Harry Ford like he had told Rory. But instead he was Harry Langford. He was an MI6 agent deep undercover.
For the last two years he had been disavowed so he could infiltrate the illegal arms market and capture Nashid El Hamadi who was behind a bombing in Madrid in 2012.
It was only by sheer luck that he had been put onto this case. Nashid El Hamadi, whom he had been trying to locate, had just done business with someone known as Wo Fat. And by done business he meant that Wo Fat had rolled into one of Nashid El Hamadi's warehouses and taken all he had wanted.
Normally this would have ended in some kind of turfwar, except for some reason, Nashid had just… left. Let Wo Fat take the trade in London and gone back to where he came from. Something that was completely unheard of.
It was then he got the new order. Not to look into Wo Fat, but to look into his newest associate, a woman named Rory Wickerby.
He was given her file and there wasn't anything interesting. NYU interior design grad. 31 years old. Independently Wealthy. Short brown hair, bluest eyes every, severe glare. Nothing remarkable or noteworthy.
However, she was a mystery. Mainly because Wo Fat had only one woman that he was interested in and that was Rowan Pierce. A Hawaiian national that had her own file, a long record of arrests for things that weren't crimes, an impressive medical file and one note that stated that the head of Five-0 was her ex and that he was still looking for her, via Wo Fat.
The first thing they wanted was a DNA test, which he had gotten the first night that he met her. She did not match Rowan Pierce's DNA. So though she kind of looked like Rowan, they figured that Wo Fat had a type and this was the new Rowan for him.
Since they had no idea where the old Rowan went, they figured it wouldn't make sense to call up Hawaii to tell them that they found a Rowan look alike and his Rowan was missing. Especially since, after looking over Rowan's file, it was clear that Commander McGarrett seemed unreasonable in regards to Rowan Pierce.
But it was after the date he went on that he got the order to grab her. She may not have been Rowan Pierce but she was a direct link to Wo Fat and they could use her to get to him.
Firstly, Wo Fat was wanted in relation to several heists. Heists that they couldn't prove he did but held his M.O. On top of that, the man had his fingers on the very pulse of every illegal trade market in Europe at that moment, he could help them corner Nashid El Hamadi. If he had the right incentive of course. And he figured grabbing his newest girlfriend, Rory, was the best incentive they could get.
The problem was, after sleeping with her, her bodyguard wouldn't let him anywhere near her.
He had woken up the morning after to that man standing above them, Harry's clothes in his hands. He got Harry up and out into the hall without his clothes on, and without waking Rory up at all. He just threw his clothes at him and then slammed the door in his face.
He wasn't even sure how her bodyguard got into the room without him noticing in the first place.
But then, the bodyguard, whom she called Con, which was short for Conrad Bastian, never once left her alone after that. The guy was everywhere. For their walk in Hyde Park, for their trip for ice cream, every dinner, every lunch, every afternoon tea, Con was there, hovering just in sight. Those golden yellow eyes trained on him, never leaving them once.
He had even tried surprising them. Showing up in the lobby to see if he could sneak her out for the day but not even that worked. He did catch her in the lobby but she was with Wo Fat. So he had hung back until Wo Fat left and she was on her own.
That day she must have been touristing again, she had already done Buckingham palace, Kensington Palace, the Tower and the British National Museum. She had bought a picture frame, and a handful of other things. She liked crepes and chocolate ice cream and that day she was in the square in front of Big Ben no doubt waiting for the next tour.
But Con was around, he was always around, and Harry knew that.
"Hello, Ro," he said startling her out of her own private thoughts. She was in a hunter green boy-friend shirt and a pair of black leggings. She was wearing knee high brown riding boots that he knew were new. "Fancy meeting you here."
Rory got over her initial shock quite quickly and then she was just staring at him with that ice cold appraising glare. "Con is certain you're stalking me. It'll be quite hard to convince him otherwise when you keep showing up like this."
He just laughed at her. "Maybe I am, I can't seem to get enough of you." She didn't seem impressed with the line, any other girl would have melted, but not Rory. She seemed impervious to him and his charm now. "You seem to have a new look."
She glanced down to her feet and then shrugged. "Oz… my old… sorry my business associate. He bought me a new pair of boots. Tory Burch what do you think?"
She pointed her toe, clearly wearing the boots but a smile wasn't on her face. Instead she seemed to be appraising he boot as if it were possibly not worthy. That was something that Oz, whom he knew was Wo Fat, did frequently. He was constantly presenting her with presents, taking her on fancy dinners and waltzing her through ballrooms.
He was certainly trying to romance her quite hard, but just like with Harry, her smile was brief, fading the second the experience was over. So, he must have been having troubles with her too.
"They look nice on you," he told her honestly. Riding boots made her legs look longer somehow. "I got you ice cream. Lemon gelato. I know you like chocolate but I promise this will be just as sweet."
And there was that smile he was craving. He didn't know why, but making sure that girl was happy was something he spent way too much time doing. He could tell that she was sad about something, he had a feeling it was a break up. Though Rory was very good at avoid questions, he had managed to suss out that her previous relationship had been a bit of a rollercoaster, and eventually left her to marry the woman he had been seeing before he started dating Rory. A low-down cad, in Harry's opinion.
She took the ice cream cone with that smile and he was certain that it was probably larger than the smile she had on her face when Wo Fat presented her with the boots. Because while Rory liked her grand gestures and fancy things, she was most impressed with the little things. Like buying her a two-euro ice cream
"Okay, well uh… I actually have to go to work today. So, I was really just coming to say hello. But uh... I was thinking, that maybe you might want to go to Hampton Court Palace some time tomorrow."
"No."
Both Harry and Rory turned, there he was, the bodyguard. Conrad Bastion, looking like a biker compared to Rory's typical stuck up white-woman outfit. His glare was unamused and slightly… angry.
"But it's one of the places that she wants to go," he reminded him.
"And it's out of the city limits, isn't it?"
"Well yes…"
"Then no. She's not going. Go stalk someone else," he ordered. He had purposely gotten in between Harry and Rory, ready to get into Harry's face if had to. Harry knew that if it came down to an altercation this man would win, simply because the man wouldn't play fair, but it didn't come to that.
Rory got in between them, put a hand to Con's arm and then turned a patient smile onto Harry. "I will talk to him and then call you. Have a nice day at work."
She kissed his cheek and then disappeared in the crowd, dragging her over protective bodyguard with her.
But then she actually disappeared, like dropped off the face of the earth. He got no call, and didn't see her come out of the hotel for a whole two days. Though they did see Wo Fat come and go, Rory and Con were missing.
So, after two days of waiting, he was told to move in on Rory's room. The guy in charge of Rory's case was fresh out of the academy, thought himself a hotshot. Harry was certain the man was going to get them all killed.
So, he went in with a team, got the room open with an all-pass key, but Rory's room was empty, she wasn't there. Hell, it looked like she hadn't been there in days. So what… did Wo Fat and Con move her because he was getting too close to her? Her suitcases were there, so probably not. Well, now it was a waiting game, he'd just have to hope that she showed up again.