“I’m sensing there’s a twist in the story.”
“He enjoyed microflyer racing,” Vekele said. “He died in a crash. The official report declared the death accidental due to mechanical failure.”
Sarah nodded, listening as Vekele rattled off the details in a cold, dispassionate fashion. This was old news to him, recounting the life and death of his grand uncle. Second uncle? Family trees were confusing.
“King Edvar had his suspicions but never openly accused one of his children of murdering their brother. As it happened, when the king died shortly after—”
“Under suspicious circumstances?”
“Under his third wife,” he said in a dry tone.
Sarah pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Vekele’s lips twitched ever so slightly.
“The crown passed to Eglan’s infant son. The remaining aunts a
