After a brief pause, Lenny replied, “That shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good. Please get me the records for the entire day and send them to my email.”
“All departments?”
“Yes.”
“Consider it done.”
After hanging up, his driver, Wilbur, spoke up. “Mr. Bragg, didn’t you already look into this five years ago? Are you still trying to find that young woman?”
“Yes,” Jareth replied. Then, he found Usher’s number and called him.
Usher was in the middle of a rather intimate moment with his girlfriend, but he scrambled to answer Jareth’s call. A call this late had to be important; he couldn’t afford to ignore it.
“Usher, is anyone with you?” Jareth asked cautiously.
Usher glanced at the woman in his bed, quickly got up, and moved to the next room before answering. “No, Mr. Bragg, I’m alone.”
“I need you to do something for me tomorrow,” Jareth instructed.
“What is it?” Usher asked, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
“I need you to go to Ms. Lynn’s house tomorrow,” Jareth began. “If you see her quadruplets, get a few strands of hair from each of them and take them to a DNA testing facility.”
Usher was stunned. Mr. Bragg wanted a DNA test with Ms. Lynn’s quadruplets? What was going on?
“Wilbur, please don’t mention this to my grandfather. Don’t mention it to anyone,” Jareth urged.
Although Wilbur and Lenny officially worked for his grandfather, they had watched him grow up and were two of the few people he truly trusted.
“Don’t worry, Young Master,” Wilbur replied.
Jareth watched as Niamh got the quadruplets out of the car and led them, hand-in-hand, into their apartment building. Only then did he tell Wilbur to drive away.
The moment Niamh and the kids walked through the door, Cassian and Lyric rushed to greet them.
“Oh, you four are finally back!” Cassian said, breathing a sigh of relief.

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