it," a voice spoke behind him.
Matt jumped up from his chair and turned to find a man with a vaguely familiar face stand before him. He reminded him of a very distant past. Could it be? He wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words.
"Matty! Shit, do you even remember me?" The man smiled, but his eyes didn't look happy.
"Jamie?" Matt asked after a few long seconds.
Relief washed over Jamie's face. "You do recognize me. I was worried. It's been such a long time, since..."
"What the hell is going on here?" Matt asked, but Jamie didn't get the chance to answer.
"Mr. Argyle, is it? How wonderful to make your acquaintance." A slightly sinister looking middle-aged man wearing a suit reminiscent of 1920s gangster movies offered his hand to Matt. Where the hell had he come from?
"Blacke. Adrian Blacke."
"Uhh, Matt Argyle," Matt mumbled while exchanging a puzzled look with Jamie, who didn't seem too happy to see the strange man.
"It's so good to see a lost one of ours returned to his own people, don't you think, Abbott-" Why was he referring to Jamie by that name? "Despite the trials of your difficult childhood, I trust you'll feel at home in no time at all." The man, Blacke, flashed a row of white, be-it crooked teeth.
"My childhood was fine," Matt remarked - his troubles didn't start until around his seventeenth birthday - but Blacke wasn't listening. Instead, he waved at Jamie, taking him aside and leaving Matt standing on his own just out of earshot.
Matt observed the conversation while instinctively reaching into his right pocket. Empty. Damn, he should ask Jamie about his phone.
As the chat in front of Matt went on, it became obvious that Jamie didn't like this Blacke character much at all, and Matt couldn't blame him. The man had a strange vibe around him which Matt didn't appreciate either.
It took a few more minutes for Jamie to return, sporting a tense expression on his face.
"Is everything okay?" Matt asked.
"Blacke wants you to stay here for a while until I can arrange something for you locally."
"Arrange what?"
"A place, whatever. I told him you could just come back to Edinburgh with me, but-"
"Why do I need a new place? And what were those skinheads trying to do exactly?"
Jamie scrutinized him for a moment. "You mean, you want to go back? To the house they held you prisoner in?"
"What are you talking about? I wasn't held prisoner anywhere!" Matt felt himself getting riled up, causing his skin to tingle again, ready for another transformation.
"But they took you, from the beach, when we were kids," Jamie argued.
"That may be so, but Molly raised me as her own. I was never locked up or anything." Deep breaths. Calm down. Don't tear this new change of clothes as well.
"Then why didn't you try to escape, to come back to us?" Jamie asked.
"Dude, I was eight. After Mom and Dad died-"
"What do you mean Mom and Dad died?! They're not dead!"
Matt was shocked into silence for a moment. "That was a lie... Of course. A lie to get me to go along with them willingly." He sighed, relieved to feel his muscles relax before the unthinkable would happen again. "Okay, I think we have a lot of catching up to do."
"Indeed," Jamie agreed.
They didn't get the chance for it just yet, because, at that moment, the large bear/human who had intervened at the house turned up. Henry.
"Matt." Henry offered his hand. "Good to see you in your usual form."
Matt accepted the man's handshake and nodded. It felt good to be back to his normal self as well.
"I see your family reunion is well underway. I must say, when Jamie came to me with the information that you'd been located, I wasn't sure what to expect, but I never expected to capture so many of our enemies as well."
Enemies? Oh, he must be talking about the guys who had come to take Leah.
"Yeah, I'm not quite sure what went on there. I was hoping you guys had some insights to share."
"Perhaps we'll know more after our interrogations." Henry shrugged off