CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Riley turned around slowly. In a setting like this, was she going to be able to get in touch with the mind of a murderer at all?
She was surrounded by trees, but bright noon sunlight filtered through their branches. Heavy machinery rumbled and clanged nearby.
Was she really going to be able to block the sunlight and the sounds? Could she imagine being in this place on a still, moonlit night?
First things first, she thought.
She took out her tablet computer and brought up the case files, then found crime scene photos that had been taken here twenty-five years ago. She needed them to get her exact bearings.
Then she walked in the direction where Woody had pointed. It was easy to find the spot she was looking for. Except for a fallen log, the placement of the trees w
