“Zack Martens.” Nic brushed the joke aside. “You said he was six. When’s his birthday?”
“Why? You planning on sending him a present? Too late, I reckon. He’s one of the young ones. Just turned six, I think. That’s what surprised me about the skills. They usually can’t even offload worth a damn that young, let alone kick like that.”
“His birthday,” Nic insisted. “When is it?”
Rob sighed. “Hang on, then.” He pulled a ring binder from the bag he’d been loading, found the sheet. “February 15th. Barely made it under the cutoff. Happy now?”
Nic felt his mouth go dry as he subtracted in his head. Saw those dark eyes again, raised to his own. The way they turned down at the outer corners to give him a sleepy look, fringed by lashes his mum had always said were wasted on a boy.
“I need his mum’s address,” he told Rob.
“Mate. You know I can’t give you that.” Rob was puzzled now, and a bit alarmed as well. “What’s this all about? Better not be something about you I don’t know.”
“Don’t be bloody stupid,” Nic said impatiently. “I need his mum’s address. Emma’s address. Because that’s my son.”
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