CHAPTER NINETEEN
After a couple of rings Riley heard Van Roff’s gruff voice answer the phone.
“Hey, Agent Paige. What’s up? I take it you’re in a sunny little golf-obsessed town in Georgia. Or more precisely, at the mansion of one late Edwin Gray Harter.”
Riley was startled.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Oh, I never give away the secrets of my trade.”
Riley thought for a moment, then smiled as she remembered how Jared had found out about Harter’s murder.
She asked, “Might it have something to do with a certain online service called CrimeWidth?”
She heard Van Roff gasp a little.
He said, “Uh … how did you guess?”
Riley laughed and said, “I never give away the secrets of my trade. Now don’t tell me … you listen to CrimeWidth when you have trouble sleeping.”
“OK, now you’re just
