Chapter 18
As she drove to the address the clinic receptionist had given her, Riley felt her usual dread at having to interview victims’ families or spouses. She somehow sensed that this time was going to be even worse than usual. But the a*******n was fresh.
“Maybe this time, we’ll find her before he kills her,” she said.
“If the evidence team can get a clue on this guy,” Bill replied.
“Somehow, I doubt that he’s going to turn up in any database.” The image that Riley was forming in her mind wasn’t of a habitual offender. This thing was deeply personal to the killer in some way that she hadn’t been able to identify. She would figure it out, she was sure. But she needed to figure it out fast enough to stop the terror and agony that Cindy was going through right now. No one else should
