CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next morning, Riley had no idea that everything was about to change. She was sitting in her hotel dining room drinking coffee, nibbling on a Danish, and feeling pretty defeated.
She was sure the murders of Andrew Farrell and Julian Morse were connected, probably committed by the same man. But Meredith had made clear to her yesterday that she was still on her own. Without official support, how could she follow up on her suspicions?
Should she approach Chief Stiles again, try to persuade him to contact the FBI and make this an official case? He surely knew about the murder in Birmingham, but he had never mentioned it to her. What would he do if Riley brought it up with him?
Probably just remind me that Morgan Farrell confessed, she thought.
Regarding the resemblance
