Chapter 33
Checking into the motel had been rather tense.
“Do you want separate rooms?” the woman at the desk had asked.
Bill had actually turned to Riley, as if waiting for her response. She hadn’t reacted at all, so he’d told the woman, “Yes.”
It was morning now, and they were on the road. Riley was wondering what would have happened if she’d nodded her approval at that critical moment. What might last night have been like?
This morning they weren’t discussing that question or much of anything else. They’d barely even said a word to each other over breakfast back at the motel. They’d scarcely talked at all on the drive to the Hoxeyville Psychiatric Center where Eugene Fisk had spent a large part of his life.
Riley had called the hospital earlier this morning. She’d been surprised t
