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[abrightboy]

"Yeah," Malcolm tells him. "In my ear," he says, gesturing to his ear.

[conning]

“How?” The question comes from Peter, not Neal.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks over at him.

"...Does the FBI not have the budget for little ear thingies anymore?"

He looks at Neal. "We had them in my day. But it's okay. The NYPD has them."

[conning]

Peter scowls. "I mean how can Neal help you? He's no more familiar with the Flynns than I am."

The statement rankles. Neal purses his lips, but he can't really contradict Peter there.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks at him oddly, because it's so obvious to him. So obvious.

"Neal was a con artist and he's an undercover expert and I'll be lying," he points out like he's explaining to a child of five.

[conning]

This time it’s Neal who says, curiously, “Gil’s not going to go in full-tilt police interrogation? What would you be lying about?”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughs. "Please. They all know the head of Major Crimes. But they don't know me. So Gil will be full-tilt cop and I'll be Mysterious Guy In Suit With Head Of Major Crimes and I'll just let them make assumptions and we'll see where that takes us."

[conning]

He brightens with understanding at that. “See if they think someone higher up is keeping an eye on their failures, maybe.”

Ellen chuckles darkly. “I like this one, Neal.”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm grins at her.

"People with decades of guilt on their minds are easy to trigger," he tells her. "Every stranger they see could be the reckoning they've been waiting half their life to show up."

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Peter grunts. "It's a good idea," he says, clearly grudging.

Malcolm's phone pings--it's Gil, checking in on how he's feeling. Neal smiles. "Speak of the angel?"

[abrightboy]

And Malcolm is good at pushing people's buttons.

He grins at Neal's comment and picks up the phone.

"Hey, Gil," he says, heading to a different corner of the apartment. "I need a favour for a case," he says, explaining the situation.

[conning]

Gil wants to meet Peter. To meet Ellen. To get the details from everyone involved. Because of course he does. There's a part of Neal that's wildly nervous at the idea of Gil and Peter meeting, like their crossing paths might make something self-destruct. He's not sure why.

Regardless, it's less than an hour by the time the detective gets there.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm, for one, is happy to see his stern face, surveying the room as he enters. But Gil’s kid gets himself in enough trouble without all this help and he doesn’t even know he was at the shooting they responded to earlier, mysteriously void of both shooter and victim.

“Do you know about the Irish mafia?” Malcolm asks with no preamble. “The Flynns, specifically?”

It might fall to Neal to remember social niceties. Like introductions. Hard to believe Malcolm was to the manner born sometimes.

[conning]

Malcolm’s single-mindedness makes Neal smile in spite of everything. He puts a hand on Malcolm’s arm, sliding it down his wrist to twine their fingers together before he nods to Gil. “Lieutenant Arroyo. Thanks for coming. Really, thank you.”

He nods to Peter and then to Ellen. “I think you might remember Agent Burke. And this is my Aunt Ellen.”

[abrightboy]

"Agent Burke," Gil nods and he gives Ellen another nod of greeting before looking at Malcolm.

"The Flynns? They used to be big in Hell's Kitchen, but that was years ago. What's this about?"

"Someone is trying to kill Ellen," Malcolm says. "And she's in WitSec for an investigation into the Flynns and some crooked cops in the Eighties."

Yes, he just told this stranger all the secrets.

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Peter bridles. Ellen looks to Neal for his reaction. Neal smiles at his feet, then looks back at Gil. “I was in WITSEC with her, from the time I was two until I was eighteen. My dad…”

He pauses. “Maybe we should order food and start from the beginning.”

[abrightboy]

There’s no single human being in the world that Malcolm trusts more than Gil Arroyo, so it’s a lucky thing that Neal trusts Malcolm.

Gil’s eyebrow lifts just faintly and he sighs, looking at Neal.

“Yeah, you better do that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

Malcolm grins at Neal because he knew Gil would help.

Gil will help and it will be fine.

[conning]

Neal orders pizza. Fancy pizza. And a nice, light salad with grilled chicken for Malcolm.

Then he pours them all drinks and starts from the beginning, with Ellen filling in the gaps. Peter stays strangely quiet through it all, a look on his face that Neal can’t read while he nurses his drink on one of the chairs adjacent to the couch. Neal, Malcolm, and Ellen occupy that.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm actually eats. Not all of his meal by a long shot, but enough that Gil looks at Neal with a renewed scrutiny.

“So you want to know why the Flynn’s might be looking to collect on old ledgers,” he surmises.

[conning]

“Exactly,” Neal and Ellen say at the same time. They smile at each other, and Peter shifts in his chair.

“And the FBI has to be kept at a distance,” Peter says, and Neal looks at him with slight surprise. The fact that Peter is the one saying it takes him off-guard.

[abrightboy]

"Someone with reach inside the Justice Department is the only way a WitSec witness could be compromised," Malcolm points out, meeting Peter's eyes. "The most someone trustworthy in the Bureau can do is keep the Bureau out of it."

[conning]

Peter's nostrils flare a little as he swallows down a protest, and Neal tenses a little at Malcolm's side. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Enough for Malcolm to notice, though.

"Please, Peter."

"I understand what needs to happen," he grunts.

Gil is the one that says what Neal doesn't dare.

"Does that mean it's actually going to happen, or just that you understand it needs to?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks so pleased, first at Gil and then at Neal, then he looks to Peter for the answer.

[conning]

Peter lifts his hands in surrender, irritation sparking in his eyes. “But I want to be kept in the loop. There are two marshals dead in all of this.”

Neal takes Malcolm’s hand and squeezes it in relief. “I’ll keep you updated.”

[abrightboy]

"So what do you need me to do?" Gil asks.

"I need to talk to someone who knows what the Flynns are up to," Malcolm tells him.

Gil sighs. "Yes, fine. I know someone who'll have an idea but no stakes in it."