Any questions, my number is on your copy of the contract." "I really need to get back to the office now. "Of course, I'm sorry… I shouldn't have assumed…" Blushing, Brittany gripped her briefcase tighter and added. "Uh, I heard say something earlier, outside… about people finding out about you? I just meant, you don't have to worry, there are plenty of couples like you guys living in the area." You know, this is a great neighbourhood, very tolerant and accepting…" She made sure that everything was in order (and Eliot found it odd that she'd had everything ready before coming to meet them… it was almost as if she'd been hoping to offload the apartment as soon as possible), and soon they were signing the contract.Īs she handed over the keys and explained that as part of the contract, they also had access to the storage closet across the corridor, she smiled and said, "Well, I hope the pair of you will be very happy here. As you can see it's furnished, you can move in right away." She picked up her briefcase from the side table and busied herself for a moment, taking out the rental contract, a pen, and a key-ring with several keys on it. "Oh, of course, I have everything with me. "I'm sure that whatever it is, we'll be able to handle it." He shot a look at Eliot, as if to say shut up, and turned to Brittany. Hardison's relaxed smile had vanished, and his expression had turned suddenly serious. Weird noises, things being moved around by themselves, objects disappearing… it's probably nothing, that's why I wanted to show you this place before I told you." I suppose I should have told you before, but this really is a great apartment and I didn't want you to be scared off…" None of them really stayed very long, though. "Yeah, there have been a lot of tenants living here over the last few years. "Oh, this place looks great… the interior design is very… uh, unusual…" Hardison, meanwhile, was enjoying himself far more than Eliot thought he should be. There was something that she knew about this apartment that she wasn't telling them, and it was worrying him.
Eliot didn't say anything, just kept watching her. The living room was the end of their tour, and as expected she asked if they had any questions. That, combined with the mostly second-hand furniture, apparently gave the place what Brittany called "character" as she showed them the bedrooms (three), bathroom, kitchen and living room.
The apartment proved to be large and spacious, if somewhat oddly decorated – as if several different people had all started decorating projects and none of them had ever managed to finish. "That would be great." Brittany took them inside the apartment building, past the Irish pub that occupied the ground level, and up to the third floor. Would you like to see the apartment now?" The realtor was a young, pretty blonde, who flushed a little and smiled nervously as she introduced herself. "Hi… you must be from the rental company, right?" Or talking about it in the middle of the street." Hardison heard a discreet cough behind him and turned, smiling, to see the realtor waiting for them. "Oh, you mean like drinking someone's blood or tearing them apart?" Eliot hissed back. " That is not going to happen," he said, so quietly that only Eliot could hear, "as long as we use the IDs and neither of us lets anything slip." "Do we need to go over the plan again? The plan is solid. Alec Hardison turned to his friend and pulled off his sunglasses.
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