CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
As Teague’s ME team loaded the girl’s body onto a gurney, Riley and Jenn headed back to their car. Riley’s thoughts churned as the reality of this new murder overwhelmed her.
“What do we do now?” Jenn asked.
Riley didn’t answer right away. What could they do now? she wondered. Somehow they had to get ahead of this killer.
She had seldom felt so desperate for leads at this point in an investigation.
Connections, she thought. We’ve got to find connections.
They hadn’t yet found any common links among the three dead girls.
Either they had something in common or the killer was just taking girls randomly. But Riley had tracked random killers before, and she had no sense of that kind of mind at work here. She had a strong feeling that the killer was someone the girls kn
