She laughed.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m serious.”
Her laughter stopped.
“Lola, that is your father.”
“I know.”
“And he knows me.”
“He has only met you a few times.”
“That does not make this less strange.”
I explained everything.
I told her about the six women, the successful dates, and the sudden disappearances.
Rachel stayed quiet for a long moment.
“So you want me to investigate him?”
“I want you to tell me what happens.”
“And what exactly am I supposed to say when he recognizes me?”
“Tell him we met through the app. He might remember your face, but he will not remember your name.”
Rachel groaned.
“This is a terrible idea.”
“Probably.”
“It could ruin my friendship with you.”
“It will not.”
“It could ruin your relationship with your father.”
That possibility frightened me, but I kept my voice steady.
“I need to know.”
Reluctantly, she agreed.
The date went even better than I expected.
Rachel called me afterward.
“Your dad is wonderful,” she said.
“I can’t believe nobody gave him a chance.”
I felt relief rush through me.
“So nothing strange happened?”
“Nothing. He was kind, funny, and respectful. We talked for almost three hours.”
“Did he mention another date?”
