Chapter Thirty Five
A little while later, Riley and Bill arrived at Dr. Gordon Poole’s house.
This isn’t where I’m needed, Riley thought.
Still, Bill had persuaded her to follow orders.
Poole had told Morley that he wouldn’t be in his office today, and had suggested that Bill and Riley visit him at home.
It was a big, modern, single-story home spread across a wide green lawn. The front yard was adorned with hedges and leafy trees. Unlike the little patches of green she had seen in some Phoenix neighborhoods, the lawns here were expansive, their wealthy owners pointedly ignoring the desert beneath the city.
They were greeted at the door by a cheerful but rather tired-looking man of about forty. Dr. Gordon Poole had thinning hair and a boyish face with an open, kindly expression.
“Gos
