That... made Harry feel a little better. He knew that Thomas was biased, of course, but Thomas was also a lot better than Harry was at seeing the bigger picture. Some of the guilt and grief knotted in his chest loosened, and Harry slumped into another chair.
"A child. The Reds took my daughter. Mine and Susan's."
He looked back at Thomas, eyes silently pleading for confirmation. Carlos had given him that information, but he didn't have any other way to confirm it. Hell's bells, he didn't even know the kid's name. Or what had happened to her.