Martinez nodded. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you gentlemen that there’s really not much to go on here.” He glanced at Justin. “You said the police in New York investigated the emails and the break-in?”
“Yeah.”
“I can see if they’ll share their findings with me. And you’re sure you didn’t recognize the man whoran you off the road?”
“I did recognize him or at least there was something. I don’t know, I can’t quite place it…place him.” Justin ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.
Martinez wrote something on a pad of paper. “Being a mystery writer you must have quite the imagination.”
Justin rolled his eyes. Here it was. He imagined it. Saw too much into unfortunate events. He’d been through it before. “Yes, I suppose I do.”
“Wait, Joey,” Brad interrupted. “You aren’t trying to say Justin imagined being forced off the road? My station was called to the accident. It was not imaginary.”