And hopefully, her mother would mention it to the powers-that-be at the Brindle and they'd start investigating. They might even be able to track down and stop the Charna from raising any more soul stealers—although I doubted Azriel would be happy with such an outcome. He seemed to think the Charna's fate was his responsibility.
I moved on into the kitchen and toasted some crumpets. Once I'd added Vegemite and cheese, I grabbed a Coke, then headed back out.
"I'm lunching with Mom and Riley, so I'll ask if Rhoan's found anything." I very much suspected Riley would be under orders not to tell if he had, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. You never knew just what my aunt might or might not decide to do.
Tao nodded. "It might also be worth getting the Kingstons' contact details. Asking them if they'd received any prior threats might save time."
I frowned. "But I talked to them at the hospital, and they made no mention of threats. And Stane's letter didn't threaten him"—I paused and glanced at him—"did it?"
"No, but maybe the threats came after Hanna's death. You know the type—this is what we can do. If you don't want your husband to die as well, sign the papers."
Maybe. I glanced at Stane. "Anything else?"
He shook his head. "The Directorate is handling Handberry's case, but I can't find much information on it."
Stane probably couldn't find anything because Uncle Rhoan was the guardian in charge, and he only ever wrote reports when he had something to report. "What about Handberry's true identity?"
"Ah, now that is interesting." He scrolled the screen over. "A month after his appearance in his current—and last—identity, Handberry was involved in an altercation and was arrested. He was never charged, but they did take print and iris scans."
"And you found a matching print in the system?"
"Not in the police system, and not in Australia."
"Really," I said. "Then where?"
"In England, in the cached files at the Criminal Records Bureau."
"Meaning it's an extremely old record? As in, several hundred years?" Tao asked.