Chapter 8
Riley drove down the two-lane highway, sipping on her energy drink. It was a sunny, warm morning, the car windows were down, and the warm smell of freshly baled hay filled the air. The surrounding modest-sized pastures were dotted with cattle, and mountains edged both sides of the valley. She liked it out here.
But she reminded herself she hadn’t come here to feel good. She had some hard work to do.
Riley turned off onto a well-worn gravel road, and after a minute or two, she reached a crossroads. She turned into the national park, drove a short distance, and stopped her car on the sloping shoulder of the road.
She got out and walked across an open area to a tall, sturdy oak that stood on the northeast corner.
This was the place. This was where Eileen Rogers’s body had been
