So strange to be part of the team, the portly pug my constant companion as I joined Dad and Crew in the dining room and wasn't being glared at for interfering or anything. It would have been rather exciting if I cared about such things. Which I didn't. Yeah, okay then.
Crew led the interrogation though, of course and I couldn't help but wonder how Dad felt about that. The blank mask my father wore hid most things from the world, though I could often see past his deadpan stare into the little tells that showed what he was really thinking and feeling. I'd spent enough time with him as a small girl-my best friend growing up-his grumbling grumpiness never intimidated me. Not that Dad was open about his feelings or anything. Heaven forbid John Fleming showed a hint of weakness, tough old-schoo
