Something about Marcus, especially his smile, brought back feelings in Riley as he tried to place where he’d seen this man before. Each time he attempted to reach back and gain a firm purchase of the memory, it slipped past his fingers. Riley continued to work at it. Eventually, he asked, “Do I recognize you from somewhere?”
The question only caused Marcus’ smile to broaden and show more teeth. “We met once, not so long ago. I believe you and I discussed whether someone had the power to intervene in someone’s death.”
With those last words, the memory flooded back, and Riley recoiled from the image of the skinned hound and a terrifying night surrounding the deceased woman. Was this the same man with whom he’d had the conversation before those dogs arrived? “You!” he accused. “You did some
