CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Riley felt chilled deep inside. Her legs became weak and wobbly. The sight of the bundled victim hanging from the fence post was having an unexpected effect on her.
Steady, she told herself as she struggled to stay on her feet.
You’ve seen dead people before.
In fact, she’d seen much bloodier murder scenes before. She’d also seen photos of the other two victims in exactly this condition. So why did she find this one to be so uniquely shocking?
Surely, she thought, it must be the kind of death the victim suffered.
And the sheer depravity of whoever did this to her.
She heard Crivaro say to her …
“Come on, we’ve got to talk to people.”
Riley and Crivaro stepped across the fence in a spot where the rusted barbed wire had been pressed down for human traffic. A man
