CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Riley dreaded the barrage of questions they were about to face from the reporters. Sergeant Williams looked especially nervous. Since this gaggle was held back by a fence, they wouldn’t be physically buffeted by the crowd of reporters as they’d been a couple of days ago.
They were, however, buffeted by questions, which hit them all at once.
“Do you have any leads at all?”
“This is the fourth murder inside a month—or have there been more that we don’t know about?”
“Is the killer stationed on the base?”
“Who else would have access?”
“What about a motive?”
Col. Larson shouted the voices down.
“We’ll take just three questions—one at a time.”
Riley was relieved that Larson seemed ready to answer questions. The colonel certainly had access to better information than
