CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rylie sipped cold coffee as she waited in the hallway of the Western Montana Medical Center for the doctors to finish with their latest suspect. As she did, she tapped her foot impatiently on the ground and kept checking the time. Now it was after midnight.
Michael came down the hall with two fresh cups of coffee, handing her one and taking the cold one away. “Don’t worry, killer. You’ll get your chance with him soon.”
She sighed. “I wonder if he’s pulling the heart-attack ruse with them, too. He’s totally shifty. Definitely has something to hide.”
He nodded. “Yeah. But…”
Rylie didn’t like that. He sounded almost doubtful. Where did that come from? After what he’d done? “But what? You saw what he did.”
“Yeah. I know. But I called the precinct and asked them to queue
