Chapter Twenty Seven
Over breakfast the next morning, Riley and Bill barely spoke to each other for a while. Riley wasn’t sure where the tension was coming from. Sure, they were still discouraged over last night’s failed attempt at catching the killer. But there was more to it than that. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
“We’ll get him,” Bill finally said, chewing on a piece of toast. “From what Opal told me about him, he’s got his weaknesses.”
Riley didn’t reply. She remembered the aging p********e who’d still been sitting in Bill’s car after the killer got away. Bill had discussed the situation with her while Riley was in the bar. From what he’d said, Opal sounded like a shrewd observer who knew what she was talking about.
Still, Riley felt bitterly disappointed that the evening had
