Except she’d probably been pretending he was Ethan.
The thought sluiced him like a bucket of cold water.
“Not finding it,” she said. “I don’t think they have them online. We could always try the school later.”
He forced his thoughts back to the task at hand. “What about those sites that find people?”
“We can try, but I think you have to pay for a membership.”
Maggie put Will’s information into one of those sites and waited as the search engine took its time downloading its findings. “So what’s he like? Did you talk to him much?”
“He’s nice. Ambitious. He’ll be a good addition to my crew—and it’ll give me a chance to know him better.”
“If we come up empty here, you can always fish for information.”
“I’d rather learn as much as we can online, even if it does make me feel like a stalker. I don’t want to be weird with him and make him suspicious.”
“Sure.” The downloading finally stopped and a box came up. “They want money. Let’s try a different one.”
“I can always pay for a membership and cancel it later.”
“Let’s see if we can get around it first.”
A few minutes later she found a site that gave away a bit of information for free. “Look, this is definitely the right Will. It lists his phone number and there’s a woman’s name associated with him.”
“Robyn Jennings. She’s about the right age to be his mother.”
Maggie clicked on her name. “It’s her. Same address. Does the name sound familiar?”
Robyn Jennings.His dad had done his fair share of work talk around the house when he was growing up. But the name didn’t ring a bell. He shook his head. “Not at all. Let’s run a search on her.”
“Maybe there’ll be more information on her. She’ll have lived a little more life than a nineteen-year-old kid.”
“Plus her name’s not as common.”
“Let’s see what we can find out.” Maggie keyed in her name and city, then hit Return, and a page of sources turned up. “There’s a Robyn Jennings who works at Novant.” She clicked on the link and they scanned the hospital’s article.
The one sentence including her name made Josh’s heart sink. “She’s an RN. That would put her in the same field as my dad. They might’ve worked together.”
“We don’t even know for sure this is her. Look, there’s another Robyn Jennings who works for a gallery downtown.” Maggie clicked on the link and a photo appeared with a caption listing the women pictured.
Josh pointed at the woman in the middle. “Can’t be the right Robyn. She looks younger than us.”
“You’re right.” Maggie went back to the source page and began scrolling as they scanned the links. “Most of these refer to the nurse.”
“Well, let’s click on them one by one and see what we can glean.”
It was a long, tedious process. Most of the articles were from the hospital’s website or medical newsletters and brochures. She’d attended NC State and worked for at least two hospitals and an OB practice. Finally, the Novant Health directory turned up a photo.
“There she is,” Maggie said.
Josh leaned closer. Robyn Jennings’s straight blonde hair framed a smiling face. She possessed deep-set blue eyes and an inviting expression.
“Recognize her?”
“No.” He frowned. “If this is a current photo, she’s a lot younger than Dad. Maybe midforties?”
“It lists her as on staff so the photo is probably current. Would she have even been in medicine that long ago?”
