CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Riley blinked with amazement as she stared at the list. There seemed to be no question about it—Brandon Graham was their killer.
But where was he right now?
Also looking at the names, Lucy commented, “We know the ones whose names are crossed out. What about the rest of them?”
Riley gasped a little as she recognized one other name.
“There’s Stanley Pope,” she said.
Lucy said, “That’s the guy who attacked you on the cliff—and who approached you again on the beach.”
“That’s right,” Riley said. “This must be a list of hazers—soldiers that Brandon Graham had it in for. They would be members of that society the recruits talked about.”
“And Pope is one of them?” Lucy asked.
“He didn’t tell me about that,” Riley said. “But I knew he wasn’t telling me everything.”
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