A chilly silence descended on the room as the name hung heavily in the air.
Drake Collins. Their grandmother had never mentioned that name before so Genevieve knew he was a good enough suspect. Then again, her grandmother had never mentioned her past to them ever.
"The man could be anywhere," Archer sighed, "How will we find him?"
"Well, our grandmother can help us narrow our search," Ezekiel said, "I'll ask her."
"I don't think it's a good idea," Irene said and all three of them looked at her.
"She had warned us before to stay away from unentangling the past that involved them. Even if she knew where Collins is, she'd never tell you."
"I'll look into the database," Archer said and he locked his eyes with Genevieve, "You coming?"
Genevieve shrugged. "Sure."
