Chapter Forty
Riley was finding nothing useful, and knew she had to give up the search soon. She had no legal reason for rummaging around in the doctor’s house—nothing but her sudden intuition about him. And what if her intuition was wrong? What if her paranoid mind had her pinning the most respectable doctor that the police worked with?
Feeling her time running out, she was close to panic when she pulled open a pair of cabinet doors and heard a low humming sound. She moved a stack of toilet paper rolls aside.
Far back inside the cabinet was a little refrigerator. She opened its door and a light came on inside.
The mini-fridge was full of large white plastic bottles, not prescription vials. She reached for one bottle and poured enormous pink pills into her hand.
It was the stolen HIV
