Rosario tried to picture it; Archer sitting in his fancy apartment scrolling through Google, same as they were doing. Would he be doing that? He was rich, he could probably just hire a PI. A whole team of PIs, if he was real curious (why wouldn't he be curious? Some woman he didn't know had basically had a panic attack when she'd realised who his dad was).
He could find out whatever he wanted. Where they lived, where her mom worked, the grades on Chicky's last report card. Maybe he wouldn't do anything with it, but— he had the power to.
Was she being paranoid right now? Was she letting PhantomTruth's deep-state-secret-rulers-of-society conspiracies get to her head?
Was this how her mom had felt?
He seemed nice, but rich white boys like him, they got a different set of rules.
Rosario pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling ill. "Oh god. What the hell do I do?"