CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Riley was furious at herself as she drove back to the Harters’ mansion.
I should have known, she thought.
I should have paid attention to my instincts.
After all, she had been wary of Tisha’s amoral cunning since she’d first met her. She’d also been keenly aware of the young woman’s intelligence, her enormous capacity to learn things on her own. Riley had no doubt that if Tisha was interested in disabling security systems, she could have taught herself the necessary hacking skills. Or at least, she could have found out where to learn what she needed to know.
Judging from Tisha’s appearance, she also could be nimble enough to have gotten into Julian Morse’s pool area. She was certainly strong enough to stab someone multiple times. And Riley also believed that Tisha c
