CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Riley stared at the message in stunned horror.
Sitting here with a gun in my mouth.
Was Bill about to shoot himself?
Had he done it already?
She was fully awake now, shock surging through her body. She punched Bill’s number into the cell phone.
The phone rang for a moment, then went to Bill’s voice mail.
Under the circumstances, the outgoing message sounded bizarrely cheerful.
Riley screamed into the phone at the sound of the beep.
“Bill! Pick up, damn it! This is Riley! Don’t play games with me! Pick up now!”
No one answered.
Riley’s hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold onto the phone.
Her mind raged with the image of Bill sitting alone with a loaded gun, thinking about swallowing a bullet.
Has he done it already?
She punched in the numb
