CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Riley felt stranded. She and Bill were sitting outside the interview room at the local police station. They’d been there for a half hour now while Cahill had been consulting with a public defender in the room.
Cahill hadn’t said a word to them so far, but the lawyer had talked to them plenty before he went in to confer with his client. He was a local public defender—a stocky, middle-aged fellow named Rudy Dunkelberg.
Riley had realized immediately that Dunkelberg wasn’t just some backwoods rube with a law license. He knew exactly what he was doing. He’d picked up right away that Jason Cahill was wanted for a lot more than a hit-and-run accident. In fact, he’d guessed that Cahill was a suspect in the three murders, which were finally becoming public knowledge.
And now Ri
