CHAPTER SIXTEEN
During her classes the next day, Riley found it hard to concentrate. She kept remembering the imploring look she’d gotten from Kyra yesterday—the look that had seemed to say …
“Please do something.”
What could she possibly do?
But if the police weren’t doing anything, was it ultimately going to be up to Riley to find Rhea’s killer?
The idea was too staggering to even consider.
And yet Riley couldn’t help thinking about it.
All day long she carried Dr. Zimmerman’s book around, thumbing through it whenever she had a chance. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d read Dark Minds by now. She’d already filled most of a spiral notebook with notes and words jotted down from it.
But she did know that she really ought to have returned it to Professor Hayman by now, and that wa
