CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As Riley struggled to control her car, the voice on the phone repeated, “Don’t accept that offer.”
There was no doubt in Riley’s mind.
The caller was Shane Hatcher.
The criminal genius had come to Riley’s aid on more than one case—but always at a terrible cost, both personal and professional.
“Do you hear me?” Hatcher asked.
“I hear you. Don’t accept the offer or what?”
“Or—you’ll miss a great opportunity.”
Then came a sinister chuckle.
He said, “Maybe you’d better get off the highway before we discuss it. You’ll be safer that way.”
Riley groaned aloud. Hatcher was right. She was badly shaken and driving erratically.
Hatcher’s knowledge of her every move, of the most intimate details of her life, often seemed uncanny.
Riley swerved onto an exit ramp that led he
