CHAPTER 53
NATE PUSHED OPEN the vestibule door and Riley cringed, hands pressed over her ears.
“That needs about a gallon of WD-40,” she said, following him through to Meeting Room C. They finished their search of the clubhouse, but the knife remained unaccounted for and Nate understood the dire implications. He invented an errand and sent Riley upstairs where the others were. He needed a moment alone to process, to work through the mess in his head.
A bolt of tension was building in his neck, splitting to stab just behind his ears, an unbearable tightness that radiated pain through his skull. He’d learned that a hot bath or a massage could relieve the pressure, but he had time for neither. He closed his eyes and kneaded the back of his neck, trying to relax, trying to think.
“Detectiv
