The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Delilah releed her eyebrows in surprise. “Ah, are you going to play wingman for your brother on a blind date?” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Mirabella nodded emphatically, her face the picture of innocence and understanding. “Tve never seen a blind date in action. I’m curious–I wanna check it out.”

“If our little girl wants to go, then let her be,” Shawn, ever the doting father, was practically putty in his daughter’s hands when it came to her requests.

Glancing at her husband, Delilah pondered for a moment before conceding with a wave of her hand. “Alright, off you go.”

Before long, Mirabella and Zach were stepping out of the diner. “Zach, wait up. I’ll change and be right down,” Mirabella called out, still dressed in her loungewear.

Back in her room, Mirabella opened her wardrobe and initially reached for a hoodie and Jeans but then thought better of it. She hung them back and inscoffeed chose a flowing maxi dress and a trench coat.

The closet, stocked by Delilah, was filled with clothes that Mirabella hardly used since she wore a uniform to school. The tags on many of the items were proof enough.

After changing, Mirabella stood in front of the vanity, forgoing makeup and opting for a casual half–bun. She was ready in no time.

Descending the stairs, Zach gave his sister a once–over. She was tall and willowy, looking even more statuesque in her simple dress and coat. Her legs were accentuated, giving off a cool vibe. His sister was indeed one of a kind.

Having finished his breakfast, Donald lounged in the living room and couldn’t help but mutter under his breath at the sight of Mirabella, ‘Dressed to the nines, anyone would think she is the one going on the blind date.”

Shortly after, Mirabella and Zach left the house. Once they were gone, Donald grew restless and turned to Shawn, who was prepping a pot of coffee, “Where’s Zach headed for his date again?”

Shawn, warming the coffeepot and reaching for the coffee beans, casually mentioned the location of Zach’s matchmaking event to Donald. It took a moment for him to realize what he had done. Why was Donald asking?

Shawn gave Donald a puzzled look just as Donald stood. “I’m going upstairs to grab my phone.”

“Take your time,” Shawn nodded.

With a wave of his hand, Donald hurried upstairs, leaning on his cane.

11:06

Shawn watched Donald stride away, disappearing around the stairwell with a look of utter astonishment. He could swear his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Once back in his room, Donald approached the nightstand, powered up his phone, and quickly composed a message with an address, sending it off. After shutting down his phone again, Donald sighed, his task complete.

Elsewhere, James looked at the text message that had just arrived on his phone. He tried to call back but was met with the shutdown tone. He passed the phone to Curtis without a word.

Curtis hooked up the phone to his computer while glancing at the text message. “Why’s Donald sending us another address? Is he telling us he’s at this location now?”

James adjusted his cuffs in silence.

“Come on, track Donald’s IP, will ya?” Wyatt urged from the side.

Curtis shot him a look and then returned his focus to the computer screen. The red dot on

the satellite map flickered over the Ashford area, but still, they couldn’t pinpoint the exact location.