Free My Delicate Destruction: Book One of the Wolfegang Series by Jillian Ashe Page B

could have anticipated.
    So I Googled Kristopher Anderson.
    There were a lot of articles from 2016, but nothing that could help me. I scrolled down some more. I waded through all of the other Andersons and kept an eye out for any travel records, maybe an enlistment or an arrest.
    There were a few that were close, but there was nothing specific enough to tell whether they were talking about my twin or not.
    I sighed and leaned back in the chair. This was taking too long. I searched for a Kristopher Connor Anderson. It brought up an arrest and a travel record.
    He’d been arrested for a bar fight and questioning. Then they released him three days later.
    The passport records brought up three itineraries and photos. His was the second one. I clicked on it and found his destination. The records were six months old, and there had been no travel since. I found a report on him in relation with the planet. Apparently, he had led a revolution on Anarkia. I shook my head. How the hell did he get into that mess? There was probably a girl involved.
    I copied and pasted the destination as Anarkia and searched for current flights. It came up with only a few… spaceships ? I shook it off and stored that for later as well. There was the Stardust, but it had over a hundred passengers already on board, plus crew. I didn’t want to bring attention to myself, and my differences were going to be far more obvious in a large group rather than a small one. I scrolled further down, looking for small numbers.
    There was a freighter that took only a few passengers, if any. Time of travel would be four months before it reached Anarkia. The website listed all the ports where the ship would stop and a brief description of the crew and purpose of the ship. It mostly transported cargo. That would be perfect. I clicked on the details. The name of the ship was the Wolfegang ; it would be leaving in less than a week from the East Harbor. It only allowed booking in person, and payment was due on signing. The site also gave the address and times they booked. I wrote down all the information. I would be seeing the Captain, a Chase Wolfe.
    I would have to be careful. I had to find Kris on my own, and I couldn’t ask for help. I was technically dead after all. If they asked for any identification, I had nothing to give them, nothing that wouldn’t incriminate me or put me into a mental hospital. Too much was different, and I had no idea what to expect.
    Finally done, I grabbed everything I needed and cleaned up the desk. I left the library without looking at anyone and got back into the car.
    I reached to turn the ignition, but my stomach clenched in panic, and I felt cold sweat on my brow. I tried to breathe but couldn’t. Thoughts raced through my head of their own volition. What if I couldn’t find him? What if I was caught? What was I? Was I cured? What if I wasn’t? Would I die today or next week? I couldn’t stop the onslaught of questions. I wanted to curl up in the corner and cry. But I didn’t have the time to waste. I couldn’t sit there and have a breakdown or a panic attack. It wasn’t time yet. I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself with the knowledge that I could have time to freak out as soon as I was on my way to my brother.
    That thought helped enough to let me get some control over myself. I turned the ignition and heard the engine roar. I immediately felt better when I heard it. I ran my fingers over the steering wheel until I could breathe normally again.
    I put the car in reverse manual mode, because apparently the car could drive on its own since there was an auto-pilot option, even backwards. I backed out onto the street. The car wasn’t too hard to get used to. It was generally the same, except it had a lot more options and features than a car of my generation. I typed in the address of the hospital into the GPS.
    I just wanted to get my trunk and get to the docks before I was found. My mother had left my trunk at the