“NELDA CLAIMS LJ WENT home to Illinois or something.” Winston opened a can of grape soda in his living room that night. “She seemed kinda tense.”
Grayson sat on Winston’s plaid couch, studying the picture of the light-skinned, buff black man with his hair in small twists. “Weird how someone just disappears.”
“I spoke to the manager of the hardware store where LJ worked.” Winston gulped soda and let out a loud breath. “He said he didn’t know what happened to him but he never came back.”
“It’s not normal for someone to leave and not tell their boss.”
“Well, the manager said LJ was kinda flakey and often would not show up for work without calling so he wasn’t surprised he left telling no one.” Winston sat beside Grayson and took the photo. “I’m gonna talk to Hart Carroll tomorrow.”
“Who
