CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
As she held the gold chain in her hand, Riley felt her knees become wobbly. Sheer terror surged through her body. She staggered over to her bed and sat down.
As the sensation of fear ebbed, she recognized the feeling of violation she’d experienced before when her home had been invaded. She’d thought that it couldn’t happen this time.
She’d been wrong.
But how on earth had Hatcher made it past the crack teams in the two vans and actually had gotten into her house?
She reminded herself that she mustn’t underestimate him. He had brilliant and uncanny skills in every area of criminality. He was as well-equipped as any military assassin.
She should have realized that he would be able to creep through a respectable neighborhood unnoticed despite the FBI’s high-tech preca
