"WHAT?"

"Calm down, Myles," Beckett said. "It's not their fault."

"No," Myles continued loudly, "it's not their fault that Artemis and Camille had not one, but TWO children without telling anyone. It's not their fault that they are our long-lost niece and nephew. It's not his fault that he looks exactly like Artemis, except, of course his eyes, which are straight up his mother's. And it's not her fault that she looks exactly like Camille, except, once again, her eyes, which are the Fowl eyes."

There was a long pause.

"Are you done now?" Beckett asked.

Myles took a deep breath. "Yes," he said calmly, sitting back down. Ariadne's eyes were wide, and she seemed frightened at her uncle's outburst. As usual, Ajax was stony-faced and emotionless, but he had a protective arm around her back.

"You said both of your parents are dead," Beckett recalled. "Does that mean that Camille…," he trailed off.

"Yes," Ajax said. "She was murdered in Chicago. We had been living there since the funeral" The twins looked at each other. "That's why we're here. Besides the fact that you and our grandparents are our only living relatives, we think that we know who killed her. Or, at least, who ordered her killed."

"Who?" Myles asked. He was almost bursting.

Jax nodded. Ariadne decided then that she would rejoin the conversation.

"Jon Spiro," Ariadne said, her voice low.

Suddenly their uncles sprang into action. After a brief glance at each other, Myles was on the phone calling someone while Beckett started ushering Jax and Ari out of their seats and out of the café. He quickly left a couple notes on the table.

"Have you got Juliet yet, Myles?" His brother just nodded and held a finger to his lips. Beckett rolled his eyes.

"Let's get you two to Fowl Manor. Where are your bags?"

"At the motel," Ari said.

"A motel? Gross. We'll have to stop there first. How long have you been staying there?"

"A week," she replied. "Luckily for us, Jax turned eighteen very shortly before our mother was killed."

"Oh really? How old does that make you?" he asked, hoping she would get more comfortable.

"I'll be seventeen in a week."

"Coming up, then," Beckett said. They arrived at the Bentley, and he opened the door. After gesturing the siblings into the car, he shut the door and got in the driver side. Myles, who had been following them and talking to someone on his cell phone, slipped into the passenger seat and nodded to his brother.

"Get ready, kids," Beckett said dramatically. "You're about to meet your grandparents."

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