“Yeah. Kind of explained his nasty attitude,” Xander joked. “So I guess that means I’m half demon. And I’d kind of like to find this brother and learn more about our family. I was never really interested in genealogy, but I’d like to know who and what I am.”

“Do you have anything, any information, that could help us find this guy?” Angel interjected thoughtfully. He glanced at Doyle, who seemed to be taking the news in stride.

“He’s twenty-seven years old and he’s got the same dark hair that I have, only he has Dad’s eyes. Really light, sometimes green, sometimes blue. I know he lives in Los Angeles. I also have the name of the type of demon, but I can’t remember it right now. I’ll have to call you when I get back to the hotel, I have it written down somewhere there,” Xander explained. “I know it’s not much, since there are a thousand dark-haired, light-eyed twenty-somethings in Los Angeles, but that’s all I have.”

“Actually, that’s plenty. I have a few guys in mind I could talk to. I’ll let you know how things turn out.” Angel stood up and Xander did so as well, followed by Doyle and Cordelia. “Cordy has your number, so I’ll get back to you, okay?”

Xander nodded. “That’s fine. I’d just like to know what to expect. Apparently the demon doesn’t show itself until you’re twenty-one, so I would never have known. At least this isn’t going to come as so much of a shock.”

Angel glanced again at Doyle, who thus far had shown no reaction to anything Xander had said. “Cordy, why don’t you and Xander go out and have lunch? Catch up, and all that. You can bill it to me.”

Cordelia was never one to turn down anything free. “Absolutely. I know this great little seafood place,” she told Xander as she hooked her arm through his and led him out the door.

When they’d left, Doyle turned on Angel. “What was that fer?” he demanded angrily. “Sendin’ me fiancée off with that loser what broke her heart in the first place.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Angel replied calmly.

“About what? I’m not goin’ ta help find the kid’s old brother,” Doyle said irritably. “If ye’re se determined that he should find ‘is family, ye can find the man yerself.”

“It never occurred to you that we don’t have to look very hard to find this guy?” Angel asked calmly, refusing to let Doyle’s obvious bad humor anger him.

“What do ye mean?” he asked.

“Nothing about what Xander said sounded familiar?” Angel prodded. “Nothing at all?”

“No. Why should it?”

“Dad was a demon, had another woman and son, the other son is twenty-seven and has dark hair, light eyes, and is half-demon as well? The demon shows itself at age twenty-one? Come on, Doyle, tell me you don’t recognize the signs,” Angel chuckled.

Doyle shook his head, understanding dawning. “Ye don’t mean ta say. . .”

“I think you’re Xander’s brother,” Angel said simply.

Doyle made a disgusted face. “No way. It’s ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous?” Angel argued. “Everything fits. The age, the physical description. Everything. If Xander comes back and tells us that he’s a Brachen demon, I’ll be one hundred percent convinced.”

“Ye’re not serious,” Doyle moaned, dropping his head into his hands.

“I’m completely serious,” Angel countered.

“Ye know what this means,” Doyle sighed.

“What’s that?” Angel asked.

“If ye’re right, an’ this Xander kid is really me brother, then I won’t have any choice but ta tell Cordelia ‘bout the demon thing. And she’s goin’ ta be pissed.”