CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Riley tried to disengage herself from Hayman’s gaze. But somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to look away from him. She found herself remembering how captivating a presence he’d been in a classroom, how a whole hour could pass without her realizing it. Other students had told her they’d felt the same way.
Back then, she’d enjoyed the strange spell he could cast on a group of students.
It had seemed like a positive and exciting thing.
Even as he sat there on the witness stand, a prisoner accused of murder, the man had a similar magnetism.
But now it seemed scary and positively dangerous.
After a few moments, Kirby Larch asked his client …
“Prof. Hayman, was Ms. Sweeney’s account of your encounter in your office accurate?”
Still looking directly at Riley, Hayman
