CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The feeling was familiar, and Riley always hated it—especially when more lives might be at stake.
“We’re getting nowhere.” she said into her cell phone.
“Yeah,” Van Roff replied.
She was sitting alone in the Harters’ huge living room talking with the Seattle computer nerd. They’d been brainstorming possible connections among the victims, and also among the victims’ wives. Van had run a few unproductive searches.
Finally he said, “Listen, I’d better get back to my regular work. The boss might come around any second.”
“OK,” Riley said. “Let me know if you get any ideas.”
She hung up and sat quietly for a moment.
Then, in a whisper, she repeated what she’d said to Roff …
“We’re getting nowhere.”
Just then her cell phone rang. She was excited to see the call was f
