CHAPTER TEN
Riley began to imagine the killer. What had he felt, thought, and observed when he came here looking for the perfect spot to shoot from? She wanted to become the killer, as nearly as she could, in order to track him down. And she could do that. It was her gift.
First, she knew, he had to find that spot.
She searched about, just as he must have searched.
As she moved around, she felt a mysterious, almost magnetic pull.
She was drawn to a red willow bush. To one side of the bush, there was a space between its branches and the ground. There was a slightly hollow place in the ground at that very spot.
Riley stooped down and looked carefully at the ground.
The soil in that hollow place was neat and smooth.
Too neat, Riley thought. Too smooth.
The rest of the soil in this ar
