Hunter paused for dramatic effect, and I leaned in closer, eager to hear what else she had to say.
“I think I know why her father made the accusation in the first place,” Hunter said.
“Do tell.”
“Jenny got pregnant.”
“With Grant’s baby?”
“I assume so. Jenny listed him as the father on the birth certificate.”
Curious, given he’d told me the night before he didn’t have kids.
“Why do I get the feeling Grant didn’t stick around to parent his child?” I asked.
“Because he didn’t. A few months into the pregnancy, he moved to California.”
“Where?”
“Los Osos.”
Los Osos wasn’t far.
Thirty minutes outside Cambria.
“Get this,” Hunter said. “By the time Jenny had the baby, Grant was married to someone else, a woman named Kimmie Jenkins.”
“How old was she when they got hitched?”
“Eighteen. The marriage lasted just over a year, and then they divorced, citing irreconcilable differences.”
I leaned back and crossed my arms, wondering if all of Grant’s relationships had been like a revolving door—one woman going out while another one was coming in.
“Did he marry again after Kimmie?” I asked.
“Twice. When he was thirty-one, he married a twenty-one-year-old. They divorced after three years, and two years later, he married for a third time. That marriage also lasted three years and dissolved two years ago.”
“Let me guess. The third wife was also a lot younger than Grant.”
“Yep, twelve years his junior.”
“How old is he?”
“Grant turned forty a couple of months back.”
“Rae is right around my age, I’d guess,” I said. “Seems odd he’d switch up his pattern of having relationships with younger women for almost two decades to date an older woman now.”
Hunter didn’t say anything.
She just nodded, causing me to wonder if she was thinking what I was thinking, thoughts I didn’t want to believe were true.
Maybe Grant was interested in Rae for all the wrong reasons.
“Does Grant have any other children?” I asked.
“From my research, it’s just the one.”
I did some quick addition in my head.