“It’s not spying. It’s Googling.” Nash’s voice was tense. He hadn’t appreciated my brusque reaction. “Don’t you wanna at least see if he’s on Facebook and find out his relationship status or something?”
Of course I was dying to. Of course I wanted to go searching the whole internet for any tidbit of information on Lei’s life, but no, I wouldn’t give into my impulsive curiosity. “I wanna get to know him the old-fashioned way.” I handed Nash his phone back. “Through conversations.”
“And Lou doesn’t talk about him?” Nash’s tone was gentle again.
Yesterday, Lou and I had worked together at the coffee shop, but though I’d subtly, or maybe not sosubtly, steered the conversation towards her older brother a few times, I hadn’t had any luck. It was as though there was something she couldn’t talk about, and that shroud, that fogginess, permeated everything.
Nash turned to his side to face me. “She hasn’t mentioned a wife, ex-wife, drug addiction, gambling problems, jail sentence—”