Benny
“I think I just narrowed Kinsley’s disappearance to one day.”
JJ was beside me before I finished the sentence.
Nixx came over from the kitchen table and leaned over the back of the couch. My laptop held the timeline I had been building from everything we actually had: Mrs. Taylor’s call history, Stitch’s work records, Kinsley’s social media, and the vehicle hits Nixx had managed to pull.
“What day?” JJ asked.
“That’s the problem. I thought I had one.”
She frowned.
I turned the laptop toward her. “Stitch has her last completed shift about twenty-four days ago. Mrs. Taylor’s final call with her falls right around the same time, and she says the conversation was normal.”
JJ nodded. “She told me Kins complained about some client wanting a tattoo copied exactly from another artist
