CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Riley’s head was reeling as Agent Crivaro led her outside among the cops and agents. The experience she’d just had was much, much more intense than her earlier moments of connection with the killer—and much more terrifying.
Some of it was hard to remember. She knew there had been a feeling of satisfaction that belonged to someone else, not to her. She knew she’d spoken words that weren’t hers.
“It makes me feel good,” she’d said, although it wasn’t herself she was talking about. “Everything’s going just the way I want it to,” she’d added. Or somebody had added.
As she walked along with Crivaro, Riley saw Dr. Zimmerman standing some distance away among the cops watching her.
She wished he’d come over and talk to her, help her understand what had just happened.
But
