CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
GRAYSON RETURNED TO his backyard gazebo with a glass of lemonade for Connie. “Here you go.” He relaxed at the acrylic table across from her. “I’m guessing you got a break in your case?”
“I found an ad for a job posting Larose had on Job Lines.” She slurped the drink and swallowed. “I called the site and got a list of everyone he contacted. I researched the men who answered the ad and then limited it to the three who agreed to meet him. All of them are missing.”
Grayson rested his arm on the back of his chair. “What?”
“I spoke to one’s mother who said her son texted her saying he was working out of town, but she didn’t know where but found his text messages strange. It’s obvious to me he wasn’t the one contacting her. For the next guy, he just disappeared but is a s
