The atmosphere crackled with tension as Prince Alexander returned to Grandma Jo's house.
We all gathered in her living room, the tension so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
Prince Alex strutted in, looking like he just walked out of a superhero movie, with this secret recording device strapped to his chest.
"We should play it back to make sure we've got everything we need," Professor Black said. "We need to make sure it's audible."
"I agree," Lucas nodded.
With that, Alex played back the recording.
You could hear the King's voice crystal clear, confessing to all his dirty deeds. It was like something out of a crime thriller, except it was happening right in front of us.
"Wow," I muttered under my breath. I had heard the King's confession earlier, but
