CHAPTER TWELVE
When Rylie woke up that morning, the first thing she did was check for messages from Beaker.
Sure enough, she’d gotten one: Sent it all to your email, boss.
Excited, she’d opened her email to find files upon files, including a map of each woman’s whereabouts, in the days prior to their murders.
That Beaker really does deserve a raise, she thought, rushing to get ready for the day. She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into the new information.
It was only as she was staring into the mirror, brushing her teeth, that the memory of her nightmare came back to her. Griffin Franklin, standing over her, telling her she’d never see Maren again. She had to wonder if her subconscious was trying to tell her something. Though she’d been in hiding and couldn’t remember anything about
