Chapter 14
Paisley, Oregon, and the surrounding area appeared on the horizon long before Ken felt ready. But she silenced her resistant thoughts and focused on the task before her.
There were two options: go straight to the heart of the problem and poke around, hoping the bad guy was still there—or head to the Post Office in an attempt to track down the informant. Eventually, Kenna settled on a compromise. She pulled up to the office and darted inside. “I’m looking for Nikki Riolo,” Ken announced, out of breath. “Is she here?”
A tall Italian woman got up from a chair behind the main desk before slipping through a side door. Her long black hair was messy, and she cradled a large mug of tea in both hands. Behind eyes heavily painted with mascara and blue shadow, Riolo stared down at the n
