CHAPTER NINETEEN
As their cab approached the Stott Hotel, a line kept running through Riley’s mind …
I’m scared for my life.
It was from the f*******: post that Joanna Rohm had shared with her friends. And if Rohm had good reason for her fears, maybe Riley and her team would get their first real break in this case. Maybe they’d be able to stop this ghastly killer before he could strike again.
The cab pulled up in front of the Stott Hotel, and Riley and her colleagues got out. Riley was impressed as she stood on the sidewalk and looked up at the glittering steel and glass building overlooking the river.
“Swanky,” Bill had called it.
He wasn’t kidding, Riley thought.
She wondered—what did that say about the person they were about to meet?
They took the elevator up to the restaurant,
