Ana's Daddy

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I skim the papers in my hand and see I've got some time to kill before I can hunt down the boys I need to chat with. I find myself in a secluded area with couches and a table. With my luck, no highly energetic 20-year-olds are around. I guess most of them have lectures. I am skimming the papers I laid out on the table, and something hits me as odd. Ana's family. Her parents died when she was only seven years old. Something about this resonates with me. I continued to read the report about Ana's family history to see if I could find clues. I did expect this, but this young woman's manners and looks resonated with me. And now I saw it. I feel so dumb. Why didn't I see it as soon as I saw her picture the first time? Her Parents were Jeffery Davis and Eliana Torres. The only people who helped Shane when his ex-wife had tried to make his business go bankrupt. Carla did so by stealing company information and selling it to the company she worked for to advance in the company ranks. Jeffery was an old friend of Shane's and the one who helped to save his company. Ana is the spitting image of Eliana. Eliana was drop-dead gorgeous, with true model potential.

I get excited and try skimming the pages quickly to find tangible information. Last known addresses or something else out of use. I find an address, but I can't say why it doesn't sit well with me. There is something that feels off about it. I keep reading, and nothing shocking pops up. I want to know what happened to Ana after seven years of age and being an orphan. His family shunned Juan, so they didn't know he was married and had a child. Eliana left her family behind in Mexico to come to the United States to find a job and live the American dream. Ana, the poor child, was left with no one. Emma's parents, Juan Rodriguez, and Eveline Bate, had heard about how Jeffery had helped Shane, so they begged him to step up and help however he could. Shane was not in a position to take on a child with the number his ex-wife did on him and his company. It took years for Shane to heal that wound. Eveline couldn't bear the thought of Ana being put in foster care. Somehow, they got custody of her. I can't see details of how on these papers. Emma and Ana were friends, and now they could also be sisters. Ana must have an angel watching over her. I know from what Shane has told me he helped Juan and Eveline get custody, but he never told me how.

I see in the information besides the last known address, and there is her phone number in here, too, but not much else.

I look at my watch and see the time ran away from me. It's late, and the guy's second lecture ended also. No, I need to wait another hour to get hold of the young men I need to talk to. I spent so much time reading and thinking about the past. I'm surprised how fate seems to intertwine these people's lives. It must be fate. How else would I now be searching for Ana on behalf of Shane? He doesn't know this information, and indeed, it will blow his mind.

I made up my mind I would check out the address which was in the papers. I walk to the parking lot to my car, my baby. She hasn't been as well taken care of over the years as I should have been. It makes me smile because of Elinor and what she usually tells me. I love that sassy girl like the daughter I never had. I can hear her voice in my mind.

Your beaten-up old car.

Does that old, beaten-up batmobile run?

I arrived outside the house where my GPS took me. Ana's last known address. It looks like a nice place. I walk up to the door and knock, almost like a banging. There was plenty of noise on the other side of that door. I can't decipher if it is fighting or something else. I decided to bang on the door yet another time and the door opened, and I nearly knocked with my fit on a man's naked chest. I look him up and down slowly with some judgment. The man in front of me is standing there naked. The nerve to answer the door stark-naked and not knowing who is knocking on his door. In my job, I have seen it all but to answer the door naked and not even have something to show off. It almost made me laugh out loud. The man must be in his early 20s and thin and flat as a board. No muscles a girl with be more fit and the little wiener of his. I am amazed at my self-control. But I couldn't keep the grin from my face.

"Hi there, I'm a private investigator, and I am looking for Ana Davis. Does she live here?"

I hear a woman whining for the man to get back to bed and f**k her. She really can't have high standards if she wants that little sausage.

"Hell no, I threw out that b***h some time ago."

He nearly slammed the door in my face. I would get mad if he wasn't so pathetic. I didn't get his name, nor did I have any desire to knock on the door to ask for it either.

I looked at the watch and saw it took a little while to get here. It will be perfect to return to the campus to question the young men. I hope I can track them down. I get into my roast bucket of a baby and drive to the campus parking lot, and the spot I had is still free, just as it was waiting for me to return here again.