CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
During the drive to the real estate office, Riley couldn’t shake off her feelings of guilt. She couldn’t get the images out of her mind of the retired and fading cop back in Hume Place and of the young cop in tears.
She was aware that Bill kept glancing at her from the driver’s seat as he followed Sam and Dominic in their car.
Seeming to read her thoughts, he said …
“Stop beating yourself up about it. What’s happening to Sam’s father isn’t your fault.”
Riley sighed and said, “I know, but I shouldn’t have insisted on talking to him.”
“So what if you hadn’t?” Bill said. “What difference would it have made?”
Jenn added from the back seat, “Riley, Sam visits her dad a lot. She was going to have to deal with this—probably a lot sooner than later. It might even be bette
