CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Riley more than half expected the FBI agent to pull out a pair of handcuffs and arrest her right there. Then Dr. Zimmerman spoke up.
“Agent Crivaro, I’m personally concerned about this young woman. She’s experienced a terrible trauma. She’s been through more than enough today, and she’ll be better able to answer questions tomorrow. I’d really like to get her away from here.”
Crivaro frowned at Dr. Zimmerman.
“You would, huh?” he asked. “And who might you be?”
“Dr. Dexter Zimmermann.”
Crivaro’s eyes widened.
“Holy s**t,” he said. “The Dexter Zimmerman, the criminal pathologist? Yeah, now I remember—you teach here at Lanton.”
Zimmerman nodded and said, “I’m head of the Psychology Department.”
Crivaro shook his hand vigorously.
“Man oh man!” Crivaro said. “I mus
