CHAPTER TEN
“Bingo!” Roff said.
Riley was thrilled by his triumphant tone. As his typing continued, she waited impatiently to find out more.
She knew exactly what Roff was up to. He’d been looking for other recent crimes of a similar nature. Possibly—just possibly—Andrew Farrell’s murder was part of an ongoing pattern. And it sure sounded as though Van Roff had found something interesting.
Riley finally interrupted him. “Tell me what you’ve got,” she said.
“There was a knife murder in Birmingham just last Friday—another rich guy, although not as high-profile as Andrew Farrell. This one was Julian Morse, an heir to a family that made its fortune back in Birmingham’s big steel days. He wound up in banking.”
“So he was also stabbed to death?” Riley asked.
“More than to death, just like
