CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Bill’s heart went out to Riley as he watched her staring down at the crowd of reporters far below. He’d seldom seen such a defeated expression on her face.
He touched her on the shoulder and said, “Come on. We’d better go deal with them.”
Riley simply nodded, then started down the stairs. Bill followed her, with Dillard, Ulrich, and Eggers right behind him.
As they made their way down, Bill kept wondering …
What the hell went wrong?
Riley had been so positive that this would be the time and place of the next murder. And her instincts were nearly always right. In fact, she was famous in law enforcement for the reliability of her gut feelings.
Maybe this is my fault, Bill thought.
After all, he had let Riley talk everybody into this stakeout, even though he hadn’
