Page 73 of Guarding Over You
“What did you thank him for?” Blaze asked.
Billy had lowered his voice when he’d given Tina’s last name. Probably because Tina was there and her ex would have to fight that battle on his own. She couldn’t be any part of it.
“He told me Tina’s last name.”
“What is it?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to help. You don’t have to do this alone. I thought you understood that by calling me.”
He was right. “It’s Morris. A common enough name. Not sure what I can find. I don’t know what she looks like or her age. I’ve got social media accounts I don’t post much on, but Billy doesn’t have any at all.”
“Maybe check if she does and see if there are pictures or any comments about Billy on them.”
“Good idea.”
“Go get your computer,” he said.
“Now?”
“Yes. You’ll feel better knowing if you find anything.”
He wasn’t wrong. She pushed herself up from the chair and went to get her computer, detouring up the stairs to make sure Gracie was still asleep.
She pushed the door open a crack. Her daughter was hugging Marshall close to her chest, so she backed up and pulled the door closed behind her, then went back to get her laptop and join Blaze.
“I just wanted to check on Gracie.”
“I’m sure she’s still out. She was excitable tonight.”
“Thanks for taking care of dinner. Pizza is one of her favorites. Now cheesy bread is going to be right up there with it.”
He smiled. “That was an easy thing for me to do.”
“And thank you again for fixing my tire. Tomorrow I’m bringing it to the garage to get a new one put on. I hope they can do it. I don’t feel comfortable driving it to Saratoga with the donut on.”
“If they can’t, call me. You can come get my SUV and leave yours in the lot until you come back.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can,” he insisted. “It’s just sitting there anyway. I mean it.”
She opened her laptop. “I’m sorry you had to hear that fight with Billy.”
“Don’t apologize for him. Sounds like a dick to me. The first thing he should have done was ask all those questions you’d brought up. Even if it’s only to see how Gracie is doing.”
She blew out a breath. “You’d think. I get it. There’s no lost love with us. But I’m the mother of his child. I still think of him as Gracie’s father.”
“Let’s see if we can find this woman,” he said.
She went to Facebook and searched for Tina Morris. Just like she figured, more than she could count.
After ten minutes, she narrowed it down by location, scrolled through the feeds of three that lived in the area and said, “I bet that’s her.”
“Why?”
“Because that looks like Billy’s truck in the background. I don’t remember his license plate number, but he’s got a blue Dodge Ram.”
