He checked her company’s website to see what their clients were looking for. Then he called the agency to set up a job interview. He told the woman he spoke to that he was new to the city, was a trained product manager, which was what two of their clients were looking for, and had references. She set him up to come in Wednesday morning at ten after asking for his name and a phone number where he could be reached. Without hesitating, he replied, “Jackson Ayers.” Jackson was his middle name. It was on his driver’s license, the only ID he carried—Blaine Jackson Ayers. Not that it mattered. He had no intention of interviewing for a job. He only wanted to meet Ms. Robinson and take things from there.
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