CHAPTER 36
RILEY CLAMPED DOWN on the wave of panic that was spreading through her. She made herself stop at the front door and put on the coverings to protect the scene. She understood the paramount importance of this ritual, the preservation of the crime scene. Though she’d never before been on the site of a murder, she’d watched enough television and read enough books. The sense of justice was sufficiently heavy upon her that she suppressed the impulse to run screaming through the house and proceeded, instead, with caution.
She called for Nate and followed his voice to the kitchen. She stopped at a respectful distance, out of the line of sight, and modulated her voice.
“We need to go right now. The water is almost over the bridge.”
“I’m not finished here.”
“Nate! We’ll be stranded.”
