"Ah, yes," Spencer murmured, "you don't know where your daughter is, do you." He mused on this for a moment. In actuality, he wasn't sure where Sherry Birkin was, either. Nor did he care. Most likely, the girl had died when Raccoon City had been decimated. ...Oh... Birkin didn't know about that, either, now did he...
How fun.
"How sad," he murmured. "A family separated! It just so happens I may be able to organize some sort of... reunion."
He gazed towards William, then reached into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket, withdrawing a long, thin cigarette. He lit it and took a draw, breathing out a thin stream of smoke. "If you're interested in that kind of thing?"