CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
As night fell that evening, Riley, Bill, and Lucy sat on the patio of the cottage where they were again staying, looking out over the ocean.
It had been a frustrating day. After meeting with Ellen Barton they had gone on to interview people who had known Private Barton. They had learned nothing.
They had also tracked down and talked to base personnel who had been up and around during the night of Barton’s murder. But those people all had alibis that checked out perfectly.
Right now, Riley and her colleagues were enjoying a pizza that they had ordered. Lucy offered Riley a beer, and for a moment Riley hesitated. She wanted a drink badly, but she didn’t want a repeat of last night. But after all, the three agents only had a six-pack among them, so she realized that s
