Sweet. Right. Angel wondered if this Fred had been there when Wesley stole his son and handed Connor over to a particular vampire hunter with a grudge. He replaced mentioning anything with an uncomfortable frown. Angel could use a number of words to describe Wesley but sweet wouldn't have been one of them.

To the former vampire, Sam's list sounded no more egotistical than if he'd boasted how many words per minute he could type. It was part of the job. If Winchester hadn't sounded qualified Angel would have politely shown him the door. As far as he was concerned there wasn't much more to discuss.

"Pending any other cases, I think we need to try and find out more about The City. Fred, get Wes here if you can. I want to know who put the blood in the fridge. If there's a hint of anything supernatural see if you can't locate the source."