Number 06 │ A Leverage Fanfiction

The Lost heir Job | Part 2

Leverage HQ

Parker paced the room, arms crossed. "I was one digit away from cracking that safe. One digit!"

Nate leaned casually against the counter, "Yeah, no. This is much, much better than the safe."

Hardison's voice piped up from his workstation, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I got everything on Georgia Gilbert, and I mean everything. Born May 15, 1960. Graduated from St. Mary's. Failed her driver's test three times. Color-blind. Wore a size-6 dress, size-8 shoe. And, uh...how in the world did you know she was pregnant?"

I blinked in surprise, lowering the coffee cup halfway to my mouth. "Wait. She was pregnant? Nate was right?"

Hardison spun in his chair to face us, his expression incredulous. "Yeah. Gave the baby up for adoption."

Parker leaned closer, "What happened to Georgia?"

Hardison sighed, his usual snark replaced by genuine sympathy. "She died in 1985. Cancer."

Eliot shook his head, his voice low. "Tough draw."

Nate, seemingly unfazed, tapped the edge of the counter with a finger. "It wasn't really a guess. For decades, Kimball had a lot of women on the side. He dodged scandal like it was an Olympic sport. So, what made him decide to marry Georgia Gilbert over all those women?"

Eliot nodded, crossing his arms. "Blanchard paid her off. Kimball just thought she ran out on him."

Hardison tilted his head, still looking for a hole in Nate's logic. "Okay, fine. But how did you know the baby was a girl?"

Nate gave a half-shrug, "Oh, that? That was a guess. Yeah. A 50/50 deal."

I rolled my eyes. "Why don't we find the real daughter?"

Hardison swiveled back to his screens. "Adoption records are sealed. Paper only. I've got a reference number, but no one can just waltz in and take a look. And even if we found her, all of this falls apart the second Blanchard asks for a DNA test. I'll admit, even with my bag of tricks, I can't rewrite Parker's genetic code."

Nate smiled, leaning forward. "Then we don't let him ask for a DNA test."

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "How do we pull that off?"

Nate's grin widened. "We don't." He turned to me. "Sky?"

I was already pulling out my phone, my fingers flying across the screen. "On it."

Eliot frowned, "Wait. You have her number?"

I shrugged, holding up the phone as it began to ring. "She gave it to me."

Eliot raised both hands in mock surrender. "Of course, she did."

The call rang twice, three times, before the line connected. Tara's voice came through, professional and firm. "This is Tara."

I leaned back in my chair, adopting a casual tone. "Yeah, hey Tara. So..."

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Blanchard's Library

Tara sat across from Blanchard, "And then this lowlife extortionist waltzes into my office, claiming he's found Kimball's long-lost daughter!" She exclaimed.

Blanchard, mid-bite of his sandwich, raised an eyebrow. "He was here, too. Wanted a payoff."

Tara leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the desk with an air of determination. "Now, I know you and I are on opposite sides of this, but I think we can agree on one thing—this Popodokolos fellow has no regard for the law. He's seedy, a disgrace to the profession." She paused for effect, her tone sharpening. "I say we get a DNA test."