Susan had a kid. A little girl. The grasshopper had tried to keep the paternity hidden, but she hadn't done a very good job. She'd told him enough for him to put the pieces together without half trying. He wouldn't have...done the things Molly had said he'd done to save just any little girl. He wouldn't have made a deal with Mab. Wouldn't have committed genocide. Not unless it was his...
There went another drink. The empty was pushed forward as he growled out a request for another. The bartender hesitated but one dark look from Harry and he sighed before pouring another. Harry drank some more.
Then Molly's voice. He frowned more but didn't turn. To be honest if he did he might fall off the bar stool. "Told you to stay away."