CHAPTER TWENTY
Mike Nevins’s words cut through Riley like a knife.
“Look in the mirror.”
What could he possibly mean?
Was he accusing her of something?
It sure sounds like it, she thought. At the very least he was implying that she had overlooked some fault of her own.
Mike wasn’t saying anything now. He was waiting for her reply.
She forced a smile and tried to laugh.
“I haven’t got a mirror handy,” she said. “Maybe you should be my mirror.”
Mike heaved a deep sigh.
“Riley, it’s been obvious since I started talking with you. I can see it in your face, I can hear it in your voice. This case isn’t just getting to you, pushing your buttons. It’s hitting you much harder than most cases do. Harder—and deeper.”
Riley felt a lump of emotion form in her throat.
“Something happened tod
