I twinged. Something was dreadfully wrong.
Ezra, my twin brother! I was supposed to meet him! I shuddered.
“Cold?” Henry asked in concern. I drew my knees to my chest, not answering. He folded his arms. “You know it’s rude to ignore authority.”
“Where’s Ezra?” I asked sharply.
He started. “Beg pardon?”
“Where is Ezra? Something happened to him, what is it?”
I was about to press further when a State Messenger scurried into the room, nodding respectfully to Henry. “The Commissioner would like t’speak t’you sir,” he mumbled hurriedly, handing Henry a flat communication screen emblazoned with the Commissioner’s seal.
“Yes sir?” he asked as the Commissioner’s image appeared. Strange, he looks familiar…
“We apprehended one end of communication. You’ve the other?”
“Yes sir,” he answered, glancing at me.
“No sir.” Henry’s mouth twisted ever so slightly. “We’ll keep trying, Father.”
I balked. No wonder he looked familiar: Uncle Lex was the Commissioner!
And Henry was his son!