Sypher's eybrow slowly creeped up. Barty was Bartholomew Johnson, a man that had been a convicted pedophile and also an ice cream man for a few years on the island. Sypher had him taken care of, though all spirits that he disposed of remained in limbo somewhere on the island.
"So he's going after the child, eh?" he said as he puffed on his cigar again. Not a surprise. A little scare tactics now and then certainly couldn't hurt, but he didn't want Bartholomew exposing that brilliant little boy or the Angelic redhead to anything too crude. He did have plans for them, all of them, after all.