Chapter Twenty Five
Bill pulled into the Desert King truck stop and parked the big car he’d checked out from the FBI. He chose a space far enough from the main building not to draw too much attention from anyone inside, but close enough to watch all the comings and goings. He had insisted that if Riley was going undercover as a p********e, he was going to be at the truck stop too.
He had to admit that going undercover was actually a pretty good idea, even if it might be dangerous. If their killer really was stalking victims around here, she might be able to draw him out, maybe even stop him cold.
Riley hadn’t shown up yet, though. She’d told Bill she had to stop and find some more appropriate clothes. He didn’t know how long that might take, but she was planning to head straight into th
