As the Watcher was in the midst of trying to start her update, Breagadoir was skulking about the performance park. It seemed like the same behavior as when he was trying to solve a case, but he seemed far more intense at this moment.
"Things are proceeding nicely at Caoin's household," the Watcher began.
"Though, Caoin has constructed some secret shed in his back yard that no one else is permitted to enter," she said, a note of curiosity in her voice.
Breagadoir muttered something under his breath.
"Even though Gracianna can't be the heir," the Watcher continued, ignoring Bregadoir's muttering, "Heaven still spends plenty of time caring for her young baby girl."
"Heaven is also spending plenty of time with Patches," she said as Breagadoir climbed back into his Sylvan motorcarriage and set off for one of the local nightclubs.
"Patches does cause some issues, though. Carl was recently freaked out when the mop seemed to be moving on its own,"
"So Heaven had to distract him..."
"and Patches didn't seem okay with it. It's almost like he was a bit...jealous?" she finished with a note of confusion in her voice. "But at any rate, their next child is on its way."
Breagadoir gave no response, he simply pulled out his magnifying glass and began searching the rear entrance to the vampire lounge.
"Well, meantime, at Alainn's household, there was a wondrous celebration. Young Seamus aged up," the Watcher informed Breagadoir, trying to sound happy,
"but of course his father wasn't there," she finished with a sigh, even as Breagadoir picked the lock and entered the building.
"Young Seamus will be raised by his aunt Nieve," the Watcher said, "and at least she is very loving..." Breagadoir seemed to focus in on the bar area.
"when she's not too distracted by her writing," continue the Watcher.
Breagadoir stopped his searching and nodded to himself in satisfaction. "Shanda continues her illicit affair with her boss," the Watcher said in a less-than-approving tone.
"She spends her time running around with him instead of caring for her child," she said, judgmentally. "And her husband isn't much better. He's turning his attention toward his idea of revenge."
Breagadoir sent a text while she continued talking.
"Specifically, he's turned his attention towards Sergeant Best's daughter."
Breagadoir once again started searching around the club.
"His
teenage daughter!"
"It's repulsive!"
At that point, Breagadoir stopped in the midst of what he was doing, and said, without even a trace of anger in his voice, "Speaking of being separated from one's son and wanting revenge, my wife will enjoy when she finally gets to meet you...face to face."
The update ended and the Watcher's worry began.
