Page 6 of A True King

“This was taken two days after she left her parents’ house.

“Something doesn’t add up,” Anna declares as she slumps into a chair across from me and curls her legs under her.

“Meaning?”

My sister is more than just a princess. She’s a world-famous hacker who now handles high-level espionage issues for our country. But I know damn well that she also still operates under one of her fake online aliases. It’s what she lives for and far be it from me to deny her what makes her happy. Our brother, Auggie, might disagree with me about it, but as long as Anna is being safe, then I’m alright with her forays into the dark web, well, to a certain extent.

Anna sighs as though reading my mind. “Don’t freak out. I’m being careful. I just stumbled upon something, and it puzzled me.”

“And what did you stumble upon?”

She glances down at her hands in her lap.

“Anna?”

Her eyes slowly move up until her gaze meets mine. Shit. Whatever it is, it’s not good.

“Who did the background check on Mia?”

“What do you mean?” I snarl, losing patience by the millisecond.

Anna sighs. “I’m not sure yet. But there’s more to Mia’s past than I was aware. That I am certain.”

I pound a fist on my desk and stare down at my little sister. She doesn’t even flinch. “Stop talking in riddles.”

She leans forward, her eyes darkening. “Where is Mia from?”

“England.”

“Wrong. Try again.”

I frown. “She said she was from England.”

“She was born there. That is true. But what about her family?”

I shrug. “I assume her parents are British as well.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I don’t think they are.”

I huff and lean back in my chair. “So? What if they aren’t originally from England. Why does that matter?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I found a document and it shows Max Edgewater as Maximus Eldegard.”

I frown once again. “Why would he change his name?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. It may not be important, but I’m not leaving any stone unturned. It pisses me off that something like that was missed by our security and intelligence.”

“I could just call them.”

“Who?”

“Her parents.”

Anna shakes her head. “No. Not yet.”

“What about Mia? This doesn’t give us much to go on.”

This time Anna smirks. “I’m on it. It’s gonna take a little time, but we’ll find her. Finding people who don’t want to be found is my specialty.”

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