For the next two weeks, we did nothing but follow the newest suspect in Ashley's disappearance—Josh Crawford.
The guy seemed perfectly normal.
During the week, he attended college, went out with different girls who somehow always ended up at the same hotel, and every night he returned to what Nate insisted was his new apartment.
"When are you finally going to admit it?" the i***t asked from the passenger seat.
I raised an eyebrow without taking my eyes off the road.
"Admit what?"
"That you were wrong. We've been following Josh for... what, two weeks? And he hasn't done a single thing that looks suspicious."
"I don't know." I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. "There's something about that guy I don't like."
The i***t sighed.
"Listen, I want to find Ashley too. I really do. B
