Tommy re-appeared a short time later and opened a walnut-coloured cabinet, which contained bottles of various spirits. He selected two glasses and a bottle of Scotch, filling them both and then passing one of the tumblers to me before sitting on the coach beside me.
"So, there are probably a few things we should talk about," he said and opened the Scotch, pouring us each a generous measure and placing the bottle on the wooden coffee table that sat next to us.
"A few," I admitted. "The first one is… and I guess it's the most important."
"I have a child."
"That would be it."
"She's eleven. Twelve next week, Thursday to be exact."
I quickly did the maths and realised something. "I may have had my memories wiped eleven years ago, but I saw you only a few weeks before that happened. You must have forgotten to mention that you had a baby. I can see how having a child would be easy to forget."
Tommy took a drink of Scotch. "I guess I should explain. When you disappeared, I spent a long time trying to find you. A lot of people thought you were dead, and not all of them were unhappy with that situation. But after about nine months, I needed something else to work on. Looking for you was a dead end, no pun intended, but with no body, I was certain you'd turn up at some point.
"A very wealthy man came to me and asked for help in finding his daughter. She was the latest in a series of missing teenagers. The previous girls had all been found a few weeks after their disappearances, or at least their heads had. I took the case and it brought me into contact with the LOA."
"Olivia," I said. "Are you about to tell me that the Director of the LOA is your daughter's mum?"
"We got close and after a few years together Olivia found out she was pregnant. It's hard enough for an elemental or a werewolf to have a baby, so any option that didn't include keeping the baby were rejected. Kasey was born seven years ago."
I had an idea as to where this was going, but didn't want to interrupt.
"Kasey aged her first five years in under a year. When she reached five she started to age as if a human child."
"Which is why I'd never met her, or heard of her until today." Werewolf children, like a lot of those born in the supernatural community, aged incredibly fast-both physically and mentally. It took some getting used to when you've only had a baby for three months and they can already walk, talk and were toilet trained.
"So, Kasey is really only seven? Why tell me she's eleven?"
"Ah, force of habit on my part. Once that first year passed, Olivia and I started to tell people she was five. As she aged normally from that point on, and due to her exposure to humans at her school, it was easier to tell a slight lie. Physically and emotionally, she's eleven years old. Attitude wise, she's about nineteen."
"I'm guessing you have no idea what she might become?"
"Neither elementals, nor werewolves show any signs of their abilities until they reach puberty. She could be an amalgamation of the two."
"An elemental werewolf. That would be unusual."
"But if that happens, would she be accepted as either?"
"You didn't need a pack, and it never bothered you. Why would she care? Sounds like you're worrying about something you don't need to."
Tommy poured himself a second glass and took a drink. "Maybe, but I don't want her to miss out on something because she didn't get the chance."
"It'll be fine. Does Kasey live with you?"
"Olivia and I decided it after a few months. She works all sorts of crazy hours and since my business took off, I can basically decide when I work. I always make sure I get back home in time to say goodnight."
I finished my Scotch and poured a second glass. It tasted good, but, then, a twenty-five-year-old bottle tends to. "And Olivia's okay with that?"
"It was her idea. She takes Kasey fairly regularly and comes round to eat with us at least once a week."
"So you and Olivia are still…?"
Tommy shook his head. "We were working on a case together and got attacked. Olivia got injured and the suspect got away, but instead of going after him, I waited with her. I just couldn't bring myself to leave, and she told me afterwards that she had needed me to stay. We both decided that we cared too much to work together and be together. Personally, I think she freaked out, and then the Director's job came up and she dove into it."
"But there's still something there, I assume."
A sly smile spread across Tommy's lips. "When she comes over, she tends to stay the night. We tell Kasey she sleeps in the spare room. Technically that's true. Well, apart from the sleep bit."
I poured myself a third glass. "So, what's it like having a child again?"
Tommy was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I resented you for telling me I had to leave my family. I never got to see my wife or son again, never got to watch him grow up."
"I'm sorry." I remembered how heartbroken he'd been when he'd realised he could never go home. Never hold his family again.
"Not your fault. And you were right. If I'd gone home a werewolf, I would have been killed or gotten someone I cared about killed. I had to let them think me dead. And the fact that you provided them a good life went some way to help."
It had been a hard decision for him to make, although I made sure he received regular updates on how they were doing. His wife had been given enough money to buy a home and start a small farm, and his son ended up fighting the French. He managed to ransom off a wealthy French aristocrat, and made enough money to increase his mother's land tenfold. I made sure that a member of Avalon shadowed him wherever he went. Nothing bad befell him that could have been stopped. Tommy's son died as an old man, surrounded by wealth and people who cared deeply for him.
"I never realised how much I missed having children," Tommy said. "It makes me feel whole. Like there was always a part missing that I knew nothing about. It's hard to explain. Sorry."
I waved away his apologies. I'd never had children, not any that I was aware of anyway. Sixteen hundred years without a child isn't unheard off. Sorcerers weren’t exactly the most fertile of creatures, a side effect of the magic we wielded.
"Anything else you want to tell me? A secret family perhaps or maybe you're the king of a small country."
Tommy's laugh was deep and full of joy and alcohol. We'd managed to polish off the bottle of Scotch within a very short period of time. "No, I think I've told you everything. You'll have to come to Kasey's party, though. It'll be nice to have people there to talk to who are neither parents nor twelve."
That caused me to laugh. "I'll be honoured. What do twelve-year-old girls want as gifts?"
"What all women want," he said opening a second bottle of Scotch and polishing off his fifth or sixth triple measure. "Money."
That made us both laugh.
"So where did all this come from?" I asked with a wave of my hand.
"The father looking for his missing daughter was very wealthy and when I found his daughter safe and sound, he paid me a lot of money. More importantly, he put out a good word to a few people who were interested in having some security work. It all sort of snowballed from there. Now I don't even need to do anything. Most days I just make sure everything's ticking along. Although, once in a while I still like to get involved."
"Like today?"
"Yeah, that fucking sucked, didn't it?"
"You said it was going to get worse. How?"
Tommy sighed and re-filled his glass. "I was hoping to leave this until it was confirmed tomorrow."
A glare told him to get on with it.
"I recognised the girl in the basement. Or at least she looked like someone I'd met before. I don't remember the name, but I think she was the girlfriend of an LOA agent."