CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Before Riley could tell anyone what she’d just realized, the door flew open, and in came Chief Buchanan and the FBI field chief, Proctor Dillard.
Dillard said to Riley and the others, “You’re not going to believe this.”
Riley thought …
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I will believe it.
Dillard continued, “We tried to contact the registered owner of the car, Timothy Pollitt. We found out that he’s an English professor at Fargate College in Chicago. And here’s his picture on the college website.”
Dillard held up his cell phone so Riley could see the picture.
The man in the picture was smiling, clean, and respectable-looking.
But even so, the resemblance was unmistakable, just as she’d expected.
Riley looked at the hobo and said …
“You are Timothy Pollitt.”
The man stare
