CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Ilse mirrored Sawyer in her unwillingness to speak as they drove towards the southern boundary of Olympic Park. The silence pressed around them, and Ilse's hands clasped tightly in her lap in front of her. Partly, she'd gone quiet out of discomfort. She knew she was behaving oddly. Knew that in part it was due to her sense of guilt where Kristine was concerned. A cloying, stomach churning sensation filled her with dread.
But also, she didn't know what to make of the lanky agent. He was still in contact with his ex-wife. He'd been acting strangely ever since the start of the case.
Why?
Those questions flitted away, the apprehension replaced by a sheer tangle of nerves in her gut as Sawyer pulled them along a poorly constructed street, towards a tract of land with no v
