Lyra frowned as she scrolled through Facebook, looking for any name that was like Goldenhawk based in Dubai, but nothing screamed this it him! to her. Eyes on her phone, she reached out and took the bottle of moscato, helping herself to a few mouthfuls as she tapped on possibilities, scrolled, and back-buttoned out of them after dismissing them as nothing.
"I wonder where his mom is," she mused. "Gen Three's mom, I mean. He's never mentioned her." Was she based in Dubai too? An ex-pat sorority sister missing her home in the States? Maybe she'd have more of an online presence, if Lyra could find out her name - she almost choked in the middle of her thought (and her mouthful) "Got something!" She tried to speedread through it, setting the bottle on the windowsill. "Someone talking about him on a blog, this guy's cousin is in the frat, I wonder who - ok listen: Archer Goldenhawk II certainly held a tight rein on the frat from 1996-1999... Yeah that'd be right, so he was like, a freshman when he met your mom? Okay it just says he's in Dubai now but not what he's doing and," she raised her eyebrows at Rosario as she continued to read. "Guess who he's sent to oversee the newest generation of recruits into the Goldenhawk Cult? His very own son, sent like Christ to rally the believers."