Chapter Thirty Six
Riley spent the next morning on the FBI jet headed for Upstate New York. The day was almost half gone by the time she walked into the little visiting room at Sing Sing Correctional Facility. She’d been here before, but hadn’t expected to come here again.
It wasn’t a visit she was happy to make.
And there he was—the murderer Shane Hatcher, sitting at the visiting table waiting for her. He was a middle-aged African-American, strong in body and in will, and extremely intelligent. Riley felt deep down that he was the most dangerous human being she had ever met.
Hatcher had been last night’s caller, the man who had cryptically said …
“You need to talk to me.”
From past experience, Riley knew that she should take him at his word.
She sat down across the table from him.
