CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Later that night in her motel room, Riley’s phone buzzed just as she had stretched out on her bed to go to sleep.
Her nerves quickened with apprehension when she saw that the call was from Bill.
She answered quickly.
“Bill! Has something happened at home?”
“Relax,” Bill said. “I’ve been by your place, and everything looks fine.”
Riley breathed a bit easier.
She asked, “Any news from Norfolk? Have they caught Hatcher yet?”
“No, but don’t let that worry you. They’re still tracking him.”
Riley felt puzzled.
“Tracking him? I thought they had him cornered in that apartment building.”
“No, it turns out that he’s at large in Norfolk. I don’t know any details, but Huang and Wigton and their team are following his every movement. He’s been meeting with a lot of crimin
