CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Riley sat back down on her bed, mentally juggling all that she needed to do during the next few minutes.
It was all she could do to keep her panic from overwhelming her.
She said, “Bill, I’m making another call on the motel phone. But stay on the line. Don’t hang up.”
“What are you doing?” Bill asked.
“Just trust me,” Riley said again.
She put her cell phone down on the bed. Then she picked up the motel phone and dialed Mike Nevins’s personal number. She’d reached the forensic psychiatrist for emergencies at this number in the past at some pretty crazy hours, so she hoped she wouldn’t have to leave a message.
She was relieved when he answered.
She tried to speak softly enough so that Bill couldn’t hear.
“Mike, I need your help. It’s about Bill.”
“What about hi
