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Chapter 2
Merrick had no problem getting onto Ryan’s f*******: page, the next step in his quest to learn more about the young artist. All he had to do was put Ryan’s name into the search box and then look through the pictures of the several Ryan Westleys that came up for the one with collar-length dark hair. He had learned Ryan’s last name when he’d gone to the gallery for the opening.
When he found him, Merrick was pleasantly surprised to discover Ryan wasn’t one of those who hid his information from anyone who wasn’t on his friends list—a list which turned out to be very sparse, as were the number of things he posted. Apparently, Ryan wasn’t the sort of young person who spent hours online sharing his political beliefs or funny sayings, or letting everyone know what he had for dinner, or that his ‘Grandma Matilda’ was on her way to Europe for a month.
One thing Merrick had already learned was, there wasn’t a ‘Grandma Matilda’ in Ryan’s life—or any other close relatives, excluding an uncle. According to various sites set up specifically to find out about people, Ryan’s parents were deceased, the result of an unfortunate boating accident when he was seventeen. He had no siblings, and apparently, no living grandparents. There was the one uncle, on his father’s side, who lived with his family on the East Coast. Presumably, he and Ryan didn’t keep in touch via f*******:, as neither the uncle’s name, nor any of his family’s appeared on Ryan’s page. Merrick did find out that Ryan was working as a waiter at an upscale restaurant downtown.
Merrick had smiled when he’d found the last bit of information. The perfect place to run into him again, without seeming as if I’ve planned it.
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