CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
As the limousine continued on its way, Riley fought down the terror that threatened to overwhelm her. She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t in danger for her life—not like when she’d been bound in the Clown Killer’s lair about to be injected with a fatal dose of amphetamines.
This is different, she thought.
Surely neither the senator nor the bodyguards intended to kill her.
The very idea was ludicrous. After all …
He’s a U.S. Senator—not some common criminal.
But why had she been snatched up like this? What did they want with her?
It didn’t help that Senator Gardner, sitting on a seat facing her, was frowning with malignant fury.
He growled, “Who do you work for?”
Riley stammered with confusion and fear …
“I—I don’t work for anybody.”
“Then you’re not
