Chapter 7
Bill found himself in a sea of blue eyes, none of them real. He didn’t usually have nightmares about his cases, and he wasn’t having one now—but it sure felt like one. Here in the middle of the doll store, little blue eyes were simply everywhere, all of them wide open and sparkling and alert.
The dolls’ little ruby-red lips, most of them smiling, were troubling also. So was all the painstakingly combed artificial hair, so stiff and immobile. Taking in all these details, Bill wondered now how he could have possibly missed the killer’s intention—to make his victims look as doll-like as possible. It had taken Riley to make that connection.
Thank God she’s back, he thought.
Still, Bill couldn’t help but worry about her. He had been dazzled by her brilliant work back at Mosby Park
