CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
As Riley stepped back through the doorway and into the living room, her companions stood still and quiet, giving her space to move and concentrate. Determined to discover whatever she could about that night, she brought all her thoughts and senses into focus on the mind that had driven the murder of a family.
Soon she began to feel it. The years had not erased the evil that had happened here.
As she had done at the Ogden house, she imagined the weight of the hammer in her hand. But she didn’t have the self-assurance she had felt at the other house—not yet. Instead, she faintly sensed that the killer had stood here breathlessly, his heart pounding, wondering …
Can I do this?
Should I just get out of here and never give it another thought?
But something was driving h
