CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Riley’s pulse was pounding at the words Sam Flores had just spoken.
Judd Griggs—dead!
What could that possibly mean?
“How did it happen?” Riley asked.
“I found his official death certificate. He drove off an embankment and crashed his car—a one-vehicle accident. His neck was broken, and he was presumed to have died instantly. The certificate doesn’t say anything more about the circumstances of his death.”
Jenn was staring at Riley wide-eyed, obviously wondering what was being said. Riley wished she could put the call on speakerphone so Jenn could join in.
But she couldn’t do that—not in a public place like this café.
In fact, she shouldn’t be holding this conversation here at all.
Nobody was nearby, and she didn’t think she was being overheard.
Even so, Judd
