While his parents got busy with Neon, Jackson pulled Belle to his room. "I got what you asked for," Jackson murmured, his voice dropping to a low whisper. He pulled a encrypted flash drive from his pocket and pressed it into her palm. "The background check on Nikolai. Or rather, the man currently calling himself Nikolai."
Belle's heart skipped a beat. She quickly slipped the drive into her purse. "Did you find anything unusual?"
Jackson's expression turned unusually grim, a sharp contrast to his previous relaxed demeanor. "That's the thing, Belle. On paper, his identity is absolutely flawless. Foreign military background, clean discharge, impeccable private security record. Stefan Dumrique's people vetted him thoroughly."
"But?" Belle pressed, sensing the catch.
