CHAPTER ELEVEN
As they walked toward the car, Riley was worried, but not about the man they had just interviewed. She had no idea whether or not he could be the killer, and that’s what disturbed her.
Why were her instincts floundering right now?
What was she going to do about it?
She was grateful for the distraction when Bill’s cell phone buzzed.
Bill took out the phone and looked at it, then said, “It’s a text from Bull Cullen. He says he’s put the three railroad men up in a local motel, and he’s made a reservation for us as well. He wants us to meet him there.”
Riley was about to protest, but she realized she had no alternate course of action in mind. The day had slipped away quickly and there didn’t seem to be anything more they could look into tonight. Uncertainty was all they ha
