CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Riley took a sip of tea, then looked at her watch. It was 9:30 a.m.
I ought to be on my way back to Delaware by now, she thought anxiously.
Instead, she was sitting in Mike Nevins’s office in Washington, DC. Mike was a forensic psychiatrist who frequently consulted the FBI. Riley had known him for more than a decade.
Mike had been a great help to her over the years, and not just on murder cases. He’d helped get her through her PTSD after her ordeal in Peterson’s cage.
Riley reminded herself that Bill didn’t actually expect her back this morning. She’d called him for an update last night, and he’d assured her that there had been no new developments on the case. They both agreed that there would probably be a hiatus between killings.
Meanwhile, Riley had plenty of worr
