CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Riley napped fitfully while rain fell outside her hotel room. She was exhausted from having gotten no sleep at all the night before. Even so, she was too worried to fall into a deeply refreshing doze. Whenever she did drift off, she saw clock faces with times on them …
Five o’clock … six o’clock … seven o’clock … eight o’clock …
But instead of regular clock hands, she saw emaciated arms pointed at the numbers on the clock faces.
What can it mean? she kept asking herself. What kind of message is he trying to send?
And how soon was another corpse going to turn up somewhere, pointing to yet another hour? Chelsea McClure girl had been found on Monday and Elise Davey just this morning, Wednesday. The killer was moving much faster now, and her experience had been that he
