Chapter 3: A Cold Reception

Irene wove through the crowded baggage claim area, her elegant navy dress a stark contrast to the travel-worn passengers around her. Five years had changed her - the scared young woman who'd fled Silver City was gone. Now her attention was fixed solely on her children.

"Remember to stay close," she said, checking her phone for their baggage claim number. "This place gets crazy during peak hours."

The triplets stood perfectly poised beside their mother, drawing admiring glances from passersby. Alex clutched his beloved tablet while maintaining a protective watch over his siblings. Lucas straightened his silk bow tie - his own idea of proper travel attire. Lily, in her matching blue dress, hummed quietly while swaying to some melody only she could hear.

"Oh, would you look at those adorable little ones!" A elderly lady nudged her husband, beaming at the children. "Such beautiful manners, and those matching outfits!"

"They're like little dolls," another passenger whispered to her friend. "And so well-behaved for their age!"

A flight attendant walking past couldn't help but smile. "I had them on my flight - absolute angels. The little one even helped comfort a scared toddler during turbulence."

"Carousel four," Alex announced, his tablet already displaying the airport's luggage tracking system, though Irene pretended not to notice her eldest's casual hacking. Some battles weren't worth fighting.

They'd just spotted their first bag when Lily started doing her telltale dance.

"Mommy, I gotta go..." She tried to whisper, but her urgency was clear.

Irene sighed. "Why didn't you say something on the plane, sweetie?"

"I didn't have to go then!" Lily protested, shifting from foot to foot.

"What about you two?" Irene turned to the boys. "Last chance before we head to the hotel."

Alex didn't look up from his tablet. "Nah, we're good. We'll keep an eye on the stuff."

"Yeah Mom, we got this!" Lucas added with a bright smile that would have made Irene suspicious if she wasn't distracted by Lily's increasingly urgent wiggling.

"Alright, but stay right here. We'll be quick." She took Lily's hand, already mentally mapping the fastest route to the nearest restroom.

As soon as their mother and sister disappeared into the crowd, the boys' innocent expressions shifted into something far more focused. Alex perched on their largest suitcase, fingers flying across his tablet as he pulled up the airport's security feeds. Lucas, meanwhile, began a careful survey of their surroundings, his five-year-old energy channeled into sharp observation.

"Anything?" Alex murmured, eyes scanning between screens.

"Not yet, but—" Lucas cut off abruptly. His eyes widened with excitement. "Look, Alex!" he whispered, nearly bouncing in place. "That's the person we've been looking for - Mr. Haven! Could he really be our...you know..."

Through the shifting crowds, they could see him clearly. Adam commanded attention even from his wheelchair, his expression stern as he conversed with his assistant. Even from a distance, his irritation was evident.

"Another specialist must have turned him down," Alex muttered, remembering the encrypted medical consultation requests they'd been tracking.

Then he noticed something that made his eyes widen. "Wait..." He nudged his brother. "Look at his suitcase. It's exactly like Mom's!"

Lucas squinted. "The black business one? They look identical..."

"Same model, same color..." Alex's voice dropped even lower. "Even the same scratch on the corner."

A grin spread across his face—the kind that usually preceded either brilliant success or spectacular trouble. "Got it! You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Uh... about the suitcases?"

"Bingo! And you're way better at playing the hyper kid..."

Lucas caught on immediately, an answering grin lighting up his face. "Want me to crash into him?"

"Just make it look good!"

The next few minutes were a masterclass in controlled chaos. Lucas, channeling every ounce of his considerable five-year-old energy, positioned himself on their rolling suitcase like it was a scooter. Alex made a show of being the responsible older brother, calling out suitable warnings while actually calculating trajectories.

The collision, when it came, was perfectly timed. Lucas managed to clip Adam's identical suitcase while narrowly avoiding the wheelchair, sending luggage spinning and creating just enough confusion for Alex to move in.

"Ow ow ow!" Lucas's performance was Oscar-worthy, complete with dramatic sprawl.

"Lucas! You okay, buddy?" Alex rushed over, using the movement to smoothly reposition the suitcases.

"Whoops!" Lucas sat up, rubbing his elbow. "The cart just went crazy!"

"We're terribly sorry, sir!" Alex turned to Adam with perfect wide-eyed contrition. "My brother sometimes gets a bit too excited..."

Adam's stern expression flickered, just slightly, as he looked at the boys. The resemblance that had haunted Irene's dreams was even more striking up close, though neither father nor sons were aware of it. His initial annoyance—amplified by another failed attempt to find the specialist he needed—softened almost imperceptibly.

"The airport is crowded," he said, his deep voice carrying that note of authority that had cowed boardroom veterans. "Running around like that could be dangerous."

"Sir is right," his assistant added, speaking quietly to the children. "And he's not in the best mood after that specialist declined..."

"We're really sorry," Alex repeated, helping Lucas up while deftly nudging their newly-acquired suitcase into position with their other bags. The identical case they'd switched it with now sat innocuously among Adam's luggage.

They made their escape with perfect timing, just as Irene and Lily returned from the restroom. Their mother was none the wiser about the encounter, though she did raise an eyebrow at Lucas's slightly disheveled state.

"Everything okay here?"

"Perfect!" both boys chorused with angelic smiles.

It wasn't until they were helping load their bags into the waiting car that Lucas finally spoke what was on his mind.

"If that's really our father," Lucas whispered, his lower lip trembling slightly, "he seems so... cold."

"Of course he does," Alex replied softly, carefully placing their special acquisition in the trunk. "He doesn't know about us yet. What were you expecting?"

"Still..." Lucas watched the sleek form of Adam's private car pull away from the curb. "He could've at least smiled or something..."

Alex just shrugged, but his hand patted the suitcase they'd switched. Whatever secrets their father was keeping, they were one step closer to uncovering them. Besides, he couldn't help but notice that despite Adam's stern demeanor, he hadn't actually scolded them—and Alex had seen that split-second look of something softer when Adam had really looked at Lucas.

"Buckle up, darlings!" Irene called from the front seat, completely unaware of what her brilliant, scheming children had just set in motion. "Welcome to Silver City."

The boy's eyes met in the rear view mirror, matching grins spreading across their faces. Phase one was complete. Now they just had to wait for their father to open that suitcase...