Chapter Twenty Two
It wasn’t a long drive to Clay Hovis’s apartment. It was in the same rough neighborhood as the Kinetic Custom Gym. Riley wasn’t looking forward to interviewing the man. After a career of dealing with horror, she’d had no idea that she could still be so horrified. Right now this case seemed to be getting uglier by the hour.
“Are you OK?” Bill asked Riley as she drove.
Riley didn’t answer. She simply didn’t know what to say.
Then Bill asked her, “What do you think of Jaybird? Do you think he’s our guy?”
Riley thought for a moment.
“No,” she said. “He’s just a businessman. Oh, he’s a businessman who hates women. And he’s OK with beating up and abusing women. That’s all in his line of work. But murder is bad for business. He doesn’t like murder.”
She thought for anoth
