CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
As Riley sat at her desk, a renewed feeling of hopelessness swept over her.
She remembered her visit to Floyd Britson at the rest home.
She remembered the single word he’d said in answer to all her questions:
“Luster.”
She’d followed Hatcher’s trail to a senile old man who couldn’t possibly tell her what she wanted to know.
It seemed like a sick joke.
And the joke was on Riley.
Riley’s hopelessness was morphing into anger.
This was all Hatcher’s doing.
It was time to have it out with him.
She looked again at the inscription on her bracelet.
“face8ecaf”
The last time she’d tried calling Hatcher by that video address, she’d gotten no answer.
If she tried it now, would he answer this time?
He’s got to, Riley thought. He’s just got to.
She opened up her vide
