Jimmy shrugged. “Long enough.”
Jayson shoved his toes into his flip-flops and gripped the overhead passenger handle with his left hand as Jimmy sped past a caravan. “Have you read his blog?” he said. “It’s published under the pseudonym, Dagger. I discovered it while I was researching the missing persons — my clients.”
Jimmy shook his head. “The last time I read one of Stanford’s stories, I suggested he find another hobby.”
“Well,” Jayson said, “I’ve read what he’s posted. Either he’s psychic, or it’s incredibly coincidental how his posts match the missing persons and the investment scheme murders, not to mention Cincinnati’s disappearance and her murder.” He glanced back over the seat console and said, “You know about the investment scheme, right?”
Jimmy grunted his reply as he passed
