Zayed watched as Chaid moved down the hallway towards him. “You have news!” That wasn’t a question. He could see the truth on the other man’s face.
Chaid stopped in front of Zayed and nodded. “My men discovered three people have been living in Ms. Treon’s apartment, but we don’t yet know who they are. When my men knocked on the door, the woman who answered would only say that she was waiting for her daughter to return.”
“Tara told me that her parents died several years ago.”
Chaid nodded. “The men I sent to Kentucky to do the deep dive into Tara’s background confirmed that her mother passed away when Tara was five. She and her sister were raised by their father after that. But he passed away years ago. Tara and her sister left the village, but so far, my men haven’t been able to find out why, when, or where they went.”
Zayed nodded, but focused on the present issue. “So someone is squatting in Tara’s apartment? How did they get in?”
“My men spoke to the building manager who said they told him that they were waiting for his wife.”
Zayed’s blood went cold. “Tara is married ?”
Chaid shook his head. “Not a chance. As soon as I heard that, I had my technical team go through every marriage registration in the state as well as the surrounding areas. There is no registration of a Tara Treon marrying anyone.”
Zayed's tension ebbed away, yet the enigma deepened. “Could she have changed her name at some point?”
“Nope,” Chaid replied. “Tara Treon was born twenty-five years ago. We have her birth certificate and confirmation through the United States passport agency that validates her identity.”
Zayed’s eyebrows furrowed. “So, who is in her apartment?”
“I don’t know, Your Highness. I want to bring them in for questioning, but thought I should check in with you first.”
Zayed thought about that for a moment. “Send the police over and ask for identification. In the meantime, I’ll check in with Tara and see if she has any additional information on who might have invaded her home under the pretense of searching for a lost wife.”