CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
They were just ending the phone call when the interstate traffic began to slow.
Riley’s nerves quickened. The roadblock must be coming right up.
She wondered …
Is this going to be it?
Had they caught up with the merciless killer who drained his victims of blood?
It sure sounded likely, but she couldn’t quite let herself hope.
Once again, Crivaro grumbled about not having lights and a siren, and they had no choice but to stay with the sluggish traffic until they reached the roadblock itself.
Once they were there, a man wearing a tan uniform with a “Smokey” hat tried to wave them through with the rest of the unsuspicious vehicles. Crivaro stopped the RV, rolled down his window, and flashed his badge at the trooper.
The trooper stepped closer to the window, looking
