CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
During the short trip from Monarch to Atlanta, Riley was struggling with despair and embarrassment.
She wondered …
When am I going to get something right about this case?
Bill was driving, filling her in what he and Jared had been doing since the last time they’d talked. He said that rest of their little undercover mission had been unproductive. They’d extended their golf-cart trip to the various courses in the area, questioning people pretty much at random. But they’d done no better than the more organized computer searches the FBI had been making. Nobody had turned up any connection among the victims that might point to a killer.
In fact, they hadn’t gotten any useful information at all.
Riley then shared more details about her use of the one bit of information B
