Marcus and Khaat came home from a few hours Khaat had had to put in at St Mungos, even on a Sunday, as a follow up from the carnival. They were both glad to see that Ruby had fixed lunch, particularly Marcus because he had skipped breakfast and now he was hungry. They came into the dining room, got themselves soup and a sandwich and sat down listening to the discussion about a new ghost on the property.
Robert and Kate told her the tale of the new haunting of Reginald Tyler, and they weren't sure exactly what he wanted, but they knew he was angry.
"Perhaps you should try, Dear," Kate said to Khaat. "Your abilities to speak with the dead are much sharper than mine. You might be able to get him to simmer down a little. I don't think he's here at the moment, though. Angus gave him a ew pieces of information about Suzanne's betrayal of him, and I think he was heading out to go haunt Suzanne and Gelding for awhile."
"Oh, to be a fly on the wall in Gelding's house to see exactly what he's doing," Marcus grinned, rather pleased at the thought of Gelding being pestered by a supernatural assassin.
"Well, I can go try to talk to Remus and see if he has any information about Tyler," Khaat said. "How did he end up finding his way here, anyway?"
"Angus brought back a pocketwatch of Tyler's," Kate said. "And he cut himself on some sort of sharp edge on the filigree."
"Ah," Khaat nodded. "Angus's blood on Reginald's watch--it made an imprinting on the watch, and it attracted Tyler here. Makes complete sense."
"So how do we get rid of him?" Angus asked.
"It sounds like Reginald has unfinished business," Khaat said. "If we can help him find some sort of resolution that at least concludes whatever business he has with you, Angus."
"Well, let's see. I killed him. I took his house and whatever possessions his wife didn't take, I took his boys. I took you. I hired Jessie, I've got what money he had in his main accounts. Suzanne took the money from the joint account they had, but she didn't know about most of his accounts. I put that money into trusts for Sam and Victor. So, yeah, he's got some reason to be angry with me."
"Yes, but, you're also the one who claimed his body, bought a very nice casket for him and a lovely burial plot, I must say," Kate said, "and a very elegant tombstone, made sure he had a respectful funeral, made sure he had a nice, tailored suit to wear, even made sure he had flowers. If Suzanne would have had her way, he'd either still be sitting in a morgue or he'd have been given a pauper's plot. You've made sure that Ruby and the boys have a great home--not just a roof over their heads, and you're also the father of his first grandchild."
"Well, now, he's not probably going to thank me for that last one. He doesn't like me, remember?"
"There is an old adage that might end up playing out in this if you handle it correctly," Robert said.
"What's that?"
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If he considers Gelding and Suzanne bigger enemies than you, you very well could resolve whatever hatred he has of you. I'm not saying you'll be best mates, but at least he might stop trying to beat the living daylights out of you," Robert replied.
"Somehow, having your dad like me is a very disturbing thought," Angus told Ruby with a bit of a cheeky grin.
"