Ezekiel
"Have you ID'd him?" I frowned as I looked through the file Damian had quickly complied for me as we sat in the boardroom of the royal prison.
He shook his head, "I wasn't able to completely get his identification however I was able to do a quick security scan for his face to see if he popped up at any airports, docks or train stations and we found he flew in from Spain. I contacted the airline for them to give us a name. Hopefully they'll do it soon."
I stared at the picture of the man in the picture. His skin olive, a violent scar running down from the left side of his forehead, down his eye and to his cheek. He didn't look Spanish but I could say more Siberian which made my stomach twist. This had to be connected to Wilhelm. I just knew it.
"Let me go speak to him and see if I can get anything out of him," I stood up and took the file with me as Damian led me to the interrogation room.
