The Great Fury by Thomas Kennedy

rather smiling her best smile she asked,
    â€œDo we have any photos, for example from passport records?”
    â€œWe have a description; the unaccompanied minor was described as about sixteen years of age and rural in dress and sophistication. I doubt he’s been off the family farm since the day he arrived there. New York will be a big strange place for him.”
    â€œAny address?” Dearg Due asked.
    â€œWe have used the services of a detective agency. As the agency is third party we should keep them in the dark. They checked airport arrivals and cab drivers working the airport and came up with an address in Greenwich Village and detail of a red haired girl, looking like a student, who met him at the airport and took a cab with Oengus. Detail as provided by a cab driver.”
    â€œThe address where he dropped them?” the Greyman asked.
    â€œDoesn’t check out,” Morag said. “But I expect the area is right. They got dropped off and went somewhere, possibly nearby.”
    â€œWhat do we do?” Leanan asked.
    â€œLeanan and Dearg Due I want you two to try find him.”
    â€œOK,” the said in unison.
    â€œLiaise with Hugo,” Morag added.
    Leanan wrinkled her nose thinking why couldn’t she have said that at the start? “Do you have his cell?” she asked.
    â€œI suggest Dearg Due does not visit the crime scene,” the Greyman cautioned, biting off the urge to add ‘again.’
    â€œProbably not,” Dearg Due agreed.
    â€œWhatever, so Greyman, you and Leanan deal with it,” Morag instructed. “You’ll have to visit Hugo. He doesn’t like talking on phones and he’ll expect cash money in his hands before he talks,” Morag added.
    â€œOK,” they agreed.
    â€œThink about it,” Morag said.
    They regarded her with interest. She was respected for her intelligence and insight.
    â€œOengus is of magic provenance?” the Greyman prompted.
    â€œHe might be valuable if we can kidnap him?” Leanan suggested.
    â€œAlso we don’t know what he is or why he is here but we must find out in case it has a bearing on our plans,” Morag said.
    â€œThis is tricky team. It will need a deft touch but I’m sure we will handle it,” Morag added.
    They nodded in agreement.
    â€œWe need to move on to the main project. The Greyman has lead on this and he has been busy. Could you update the group?” Morag asked, deciding enough had been discussed on the matter of Oengus and his uncle and it was time to move on the agenda.
    â€œWe are set to start on Tuesday,” the Greyman began...
    The details took them late into the night.

Chapter Ten
    Instead of his usual breakfast of porridge followed by eggs and bacon with boxty potatoes and black pudding rounded off with a mug of tea, Oengus found he had to make do with something called muesli with only coffee to drink.
    â€œI’m afraid I have no special pigeon food,” Maedbh said, referring to Puca Beag.
    Beag flapped his wings in disappointment but stayed perched on the back on one of the four seats at the breakfast table.
    Maedbh went and opened the window.
    â€œShoo!” she said and Beag hopped onto the outside windowsill.
    Maedbh put some dry muesli on a saucer and placed it beside him. Then she shut the window. No way was she risking pigeon droppings in her apartment.
    At the same time Venus was having her own breakfast of a saucer of milk on the kitchen floor alongside a bowl of cat food. When she was finished she jumped up onto one of the kitchen chairs and wiped her whiskers.
    â€œTime for a discussion,” Venus said.
    â€œA what?” Oengus asked without interrupting his chewing.
    â€œWhat are you doing in New York Oengus and why?” Venus asked in businesslike tones.
    Maedbh stopped her spoon and waited for the reply.
    â€œI have a mission to find a stolen Sword. It’s called ‘The Great Fury,’”