Page 14 of Unexpected Danger
“You’re lucky to be married to Mila. Of course, Mom made sure you were well fed before that, but if you had to fend for yourself on your own, you might become emaciated.”
“Very funny.” Roarke patted his stomach. “I have a way to go before I’m emaciated. I think I’m having sympathy belly with Mila’s pregnancy.”
“You’re starting to get a dad bod.”
Roarke reached across the table and playfully slugged Brodie. “It’s just a case of helping Mila.”
“Helping Mila?”
“Yeah. She has cravings all the time, especially for breadsticks from that pizza place. I don’t want her to feel bad about having to eat those all by herself.”
“You always were a compassionate guy.”
Roarke straightened his posture. “That I am.”
“Mila is gettingsomeof those breadsticks, right?”
They continued chatting and ribbing each other while waiting for their food to arrive. Roarke turned somber after a time. “I sure wish we would hear from Grayson.”
“Me too. Hard enough on us, not to mention Mom. At least it would be nice if he would contact her and let her know he’s doing all right.”
“I guess at least he called that one time and let her know he had taken a job in Denver. But, yeah, it would be good for him to learn how to use the phone on a regular basis.”
Grayson was on some type of prodigal journey. Everyone grieved in their own way after Dad died, but Grayson left everyone’s lives completely after Dad was killed. Brodie attempted to convince himself that that was just how Grayson handled the situation. But it wasn’t right to have left his family when they all needed each other. Especially Mom, who lost the love of her life.
They finished eating and said goodbye before Brodie hopped in his truck and headed home. He took a shower and lifted his phone to find that he had missed a call from a familiar number while he was in the shower. But there was no message.
Why had Londyn called? Should he call her back? And why hadn’t she left a message?
Chapter 5
The creaking sounds of the old apartment failed to help her insomnia.
The questions raged through her mind.
How could he have gotten her personal number? Why was he harassing her? Would he take it a step further than texts, visits, and now calls?
How could one man be so upset over a medical bill? Of course, these days, people got upset over far less.
Regardless of BJ Nuss’s thoughts about her, he would have had to search to find her phone numberandher residence.
These days, it was easy to find just about anyone. Londyn tossed and turned as a thought planted itself in her mind. She wasn’t sleeping anyway, so she might as well see what she could find out.
She slipped from bed and traipsed into the kitchen. An efficient perusal of the street told her no one lurked outside. She flipped on the light above the kitchen table, opened her laptop, and turned it on. In the search bar, she typedLondyn Siegler.There shouldn’t be too much about her, seeing as how she’d never been famous, won any awards, or committed any crimes.
Eight results popped up, including variations of the spelling of her name and her first name in conjunction with other surnames. It was easy to narrow down in less than a minute.
Aside from the social media accounts, one of which was hers, Londyn clicked on a result that touted itself as an address and telephone number database. There were four Londyn Sieglers listed. One lived in Maine, one in South Carolina, and two that were her. She clicked on the first of the two, which revealed her name, her Pronghorn Falls address, age, and those affiliated with her, which included her mom, three of her mom's ex-husbands, her dad, Logan, and an unknown person that was probably an error. The second listing provided her name, current address, and cell phone number.
She clicked on the other non-social media result, and it disclosed her phone number on the first line. It also listed a former phone number from over four years ago.
Not too challenging to have ascertained the information her stalker needed.
This must have been how BJ Nuss located her phone number. If he texted the wrong person, it was no big deal, but if he texted the right person, he would have achieved whatever goal he was trying to accomplish.
She cringed. Few things were hidden anymore. If anyone wanted to find someone, they could do so rather easily. She straightened in the chair. After discovering this most recent turn of events, it was doubtful sleep would come, even though she had a busy day tomorrow.
Londyn typed in the name BJ Nuss. Several results flashed on her screen. If the websites were accurate, Mr. Nuss’s criminal activity punctuated his background. There was also a notation from the local Rowland newspaper indicating he’d been arrestedfor embezzlement, a DUI, driving too fast for conditions, and driving with an expired license. Further searches showed he typically worked in construction and had been through a divorce. It stated his age as thirty-eight and also listed his phone number, which didn’t match the numbers that had been texting and calling her. No surprise there. Burner phones were easy to purchase.
