Page 59 of Baby Daddy
“Find out. And I’m sure she must have his Social Security number. If she doesn’t, I can get it from the Fresno County sheriff’s office.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“We need to find out where this douchebag lives. Once we have that info, we can get a restraining order that won’t allow him within one hundred feet of Dee and her daughter. And if I have to, I’ll put a few of my peeps on him to make sure he stays away.”
While this all sounded good, it didn’t stop the motherfucker from stalking them or endangering their lives in the meantime. They needed 24/7 protection, not something understaffed LAPD could provide. Brock cut into my mental ramblings.
“Once we locate him, we can also serve him divorce papers. California is a no-fault state. While his scumbag lawyer can contest it and draw things out, ultimately no one can force a man or woman to stay in a marriage. Where it may get dicey is with the kid, but with his criminal record, Dee may have a good shot of getting full custody of Tyson. I’ll be glad to represent her.”
At his words, a heavy weight lifted off my chest. “Thanks, man. You make it sound so easy. I’ll take care of all of Dee’s attorney fees.”
Brock broke into a smile. “Bro, you don’t owe me shit except for the money I have to outsource to my informants, which shouldn’t be much.”
My brows lifted. “No way. I can’t let you take on this case for gratis. C’mon, man, I owe you something.”
Brock twisted his lips in thought and then flashed a wry smile. “How ’bout this… make me Best Man at your wedding and be sure your lovely bride throws her bouquet to her sister.”
My heart palpitated at this possible reality. “Deal.”
“Good,” he said, glancing down at his fancy watch. “Listen, man, let’s talk more tomorrow. I need to head downtown to a mediation; it’s a high-profile case involving a big reality TV star. Another sperm donor dispute. Seems like a few recipients found out his identity and are suing him for major child support. I’m trying to prove that the sperm bank screwed up.”
At this news, the good feeling I had dissipated and a knot formed in my stomach. Brock knew nothing about my college sperm donor days. After all these years, I shouldn’t be worrying, but something deep in the pit of my gut told me my past was going to catch up to me. Sooner than later. I had another pressing issue to discuss with Brock, but this wasn’t the time.
“Good luck, man,” I said, rising to my feet as Brock strode over to his desk to retrieve his briefcase.
“Thanks.” We walked to the door together. “And get me that info as soon as you can.”
As we exited his office, he gave me a man pat on the back. “Hey, and maybe later this week we can go out on a double date.”
My mind jumped to Dee. Date was four-letter word I’d never done and I was already contemplating something much longer.