CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
When the vomiting stopped, Riley leaned gasping over the toilet bowl.
What’s wrong with me? she wondered again. She was seldom ill. Why was this happening now?
Of course she’d just had a terrible shock, realizing how wrong she’d been about Leon.
She was hit with a gnawing discouragement that the murders were far from solved, and nearly overwhelmed with horror to realize the killer was still out there.
And, she also reminded herself, there was the fact that she still had a bit of a hangover …
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the restroom door.
She heard the cleaning man’s voice …
“Hey, miss—are you OK in there?”
Riley sighed and coughed.
“I’m fine,” she said in a raspy voice.
She went to the sink and rinsed off her face and tried to st
