Chapter 4

The man in the black tailored suit continued to stand before Jack. Jack stood, confused how thus man knew things about him. He'd known that his name was Jack, that today was his birthday and that he grew up at Old George Orphanage. However, Jack had no idea who he was. The man had not answered him when he had asked.

"Who are you?" Jack asked once more.

The man studied continued to stare at Jack before he took another step forward.

"How about you take a seat and we can talk about why I am here?"

Jack thought about it for a moment. If this man had wanted to harm him, he'd have already tried to do so, wouldn't he? Jack decided to sit at one of the bar top tables, leaving the table between the two. The man stepped forward and took a seat directly across from Jack. The man reached unto his inside coat pocket. Jack tensed up before relaxing when the man pulled out a small piece of paper, a business card to be exact. He set it on the table and slid it towards Jack.

Jack looked down at the business card and read the contents. Arthur Gibson. He'd heard that name before. Most would have. He worked for the Kingsley family in Omene.

"I'm Arthur Gibson. You're the man they call Jack." Arthur stated rather simply.

Jack looked at Arthur. His mind was asking a million questions a second. Why was Mr. Gibson here? Why was he looking for him? What could this man possibly want with a poor orphan like himself?

This man worked for the Kingsley family. The Kingsley family was one of the most rich and powerful families in the country. They've had quite the story to tell. Their fortune came from the Aerospace field. However, the Kingsley family had branched out to various business sectors since they've acquired their wealth. Aerospace, pharmaceuticals, technology, and real estate were just a small sample of the different sectors of business that the Kingsley family thrived in.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. By the time we are done here tonight, I'm hoping I'll have answered those questions for you... Jack." Arthur had intentionally paused before mentioning his name.

"Um. Ok." Jack responded, still confused about what was happening.

"You've heard of the Kingsley family I'm sure." Arthur paused before he continued, "Have you heard of the late Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his late wife Elizabeth? They'd died when you would have just been a young boy."

Jack looked at Arthur. Of course he'd read the stories about Dr. Alexander and Elizabeth Kingsley. Their murders had rocked all of Omene. Dr. Alexander Kingsley was the eldest son and heir of George Kingsley, the Lord of the Kingsley family. Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his wife, Elizabeth, were well loved in Omene. Though they were rich and lived a lavish lifestyle, they were always givonf back to those less fortunate than themselves. According to the news clippings, the doctor and his wife were on a walk through Grandeur Park in Omene with their son when they had both been shot and killed. Nobody had ever found out what had happened to their son, Henry Kingsley. He'd have been about three years old at the time. Lord George Kingsley spent millions and millions of dollars trying to find out who had killed his son and daughter-in-law and to find out what had happened to his grandson.

Jack looked at Arthur, "Of course I've heard of the Kingsley family. I've also read the news clippings regarding the late Dr. and Mrs Kingsley. however, I must ask, what does any of this have to do with me?"

Arthur stayed silent for a moment before he spoke, "The doctor and his wife had a child. Henry Kingsley. He'd have become the young heir of the Kingsley fortune after his father was killed. However, the child went missing. It didn't matter how much money spent or how long Lord Kingsley looked for the boy, he couldn't be found. Until now."

Jack was confused. The young heir of the Kingsley family had been found? Why hadn't he read about this in the papers or seen anything on the TV about it? This would obviously be very big news. Especially here in Omene. What did any of thus have to do with Jack? Obviously this man didn't believe he'd have killed the Kingsley couple and take their son? He'd have just been a boy at the time.

"I'm not sure what this has to do with me, Mr. Gibson? I'd have just been a young boy when all of this would have occurred. I'm just an orphan. I've never met anyone in the Kingsley family."

Arthur Gibson studied Jack once more. He took a moment before he continued. "I knew your father, Jack. Your mother too."

Jack was taken aback. Knew his father? Knew his mother? He didn't even know who his father and mother were. How could this man possibly know who his parents were? However, before he could speak, Arthur could read Jack's face and knew what he was thinking and the questions he was asking himself within his own head.

Arthur continued, "Your parents were great people. They were loved by many. It was a very sad day when they were lost from this world."

Jack didn't understand. What was this man trying to tell him? Why did he talk in such a way that he'd offer information, but not actually give him any true information of who his parents were? And what did any of this have to do with the Kingsley family? Did Arthur Gibson work for or with his parents at one time? Who were his parents? Why wouldn't Mr. Gibson just come out and tell him who they were?

"Sir, please, if you know my parents, please tell me who they are. I've lived at Old George for many years. How could you possibly know my parents?"

The next words out of Arthur's mouth shook Jack to his very core, "Your name isn't Jack. It never was. Your name is Henry Kingsley!"