Rosario's own search was similarly fruitless. She'd found a handful of scattered news mentions, but they were all from finance and investor-type websites and none of the articles were actually about Goldenhawk, they just carried passing mentions of his business dealings. An acquisition here, a windfall investment there. Nothing that meant anything to her. Google Images gave her a mix of company logos, photos of high-rises and a few group shots of people in expensive suits, none of whom looked anything like Archer.
She scrunched her nose in frustration. This was crazy! The guy was supposed to be some kind of big shot, so how come he had less internet presence than the average fourteen-year-old with a cell phone? He didn't even have a Wikipedia page, for god's sake!
Then Lyra announced she had something and Rosario sat up straight.
A blog by a loose family connection? That sounded more like it. She was tapping into her phone even as Lyra read aloud, and pretty soon she had the page up, too.
The blogger called himself PhantomTruth, and possibly that should've been her first warning sign that they were veering off the beaten track, but the guy started off making some pretty good points. He talked about the weird fervour surrounding Archer, the fawning adulation and the stupid stories. He made it sound like things had been basically the same when Archer's dad (her dad, fuck) was there. Yeah, maybe 'cult' was a little strong, but, well, it was kind of cultish, wasn't it? And the whole rich old boys' club thing was gross, and— yeah, how had Archer known that building was on fire before the first responders, anyway?
Then she kept scrolling to the comments, where PhantomTruth was elucidating his theories about the Goldenhawks, and her rising, righteous indignation went faltering off-kilter.
"Um." She made a face. "Scroll down. This guy thinks they're clones. Or aliens. Or possibly clones of aliens."