CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
A few minutes later, Riley, Bill, and Jake were sitting in a café arguing about her decision.
“Let me get this straight,” Bill said to Riley. “He’s not our man because you don’t like his eyes?”
Riley took a sip of coffee.
“They don’t fit the witness descriptions,” she said.
Jake let out a snort of disapproval.
“Witness? Which witnesses do you mean? Crazy Roger Duffy, who saw light shooting out of the killer’s eyes? Or that postman who thought he saw a ghost when he was a kid?”
“Yeah,” Riley said. “Those witnesses.”
Bill and Jake sat staring at her for a moment. Riley felt a wave of impatience with them.
“Listen to me, both of you,” she said. “Has my gut ever been wrong about something like this? Ever?”
Riley could see their expressions softening.
They know I’
