“Yes. I will tell you all about it.” Someday. Until she was older he would only give her the edited, adventurous, happy version of the events, where Grimm Berlin had helped battle a horrible monster and had saved the day. He’d leave out the part where Hugo’s head had been hacked off with a rusty sword by a monster ripped from his own nightmares. “Oh my. You have grown so big.”

“You were only gone for a week!”

“Leaving you always feels like an eternity.” His men were getting off the escalator behind him. Some of them had family waiting as well. All of them waved at Hannah as they passed. She was so adorable that she was almost Grimm Berlin’s mascot. “Now, where is your mother?”

“She had to take Matthias to the potty. What is America like?”

“It is very big and very loud. Everyone is always smiling.”

“I like smiles.”

“Of course. You are five. But Americans smile too much. They smile even when they do not mean it.”

“Their faces must hurt.”

“Indeed . . .” He noticed that some of his men were talking. Miesen was reading to them from his tablet. Apparently something interesting had happened.

Miesen saw his employer and hurried over. “Klaus, you need to see this.” He handed Klaus the device. “Hello, Hannah.”

“Hello, Ryan.” Then she hid her face against her father’s shoulder.

“Did you meet the MCB man Franks at the conference?” Miesen asked.

“Yes. He struck me as a rather unpleasant type.”

“No surprise. It turns out that he’s not even human.”

Klaus scrolled through the attachment. “The American government was employing a flesh golem and now he is a criminal. Interesting. He’s originally from Darmstadt. Well, I hope they do not attempt to blame his madness on us.”

“They have declared he is no longer exempt. He is officially a monster. Keep reading.”

When Lindemann got to the bounty amount, he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Two hundred and fifty million dollars . . . This has to be a mistake.”

“That’s over one hundred and eighty million euros.” Miesen’s eyes were wide. “Can you imagine?”

“Is that a lot?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, Hannah. I am afraid it is far too much.”

“I checked. They updated the PUFF table. It matches.” Miesen was a very good Hunter, but his perceptions were colored by youth and enthusiasm.

Klaus was still not convinced this wasn’t a typo, and if it wasn’t a mistake, then that did not bode well. “Does it originate from the same source as our Nachtmar bounty?”

“That was a huge sum.”