CHAPTER TWELVE
Riley breathed slowly and let that tingling sensation build up inside her.
That feeling was, after all, perhaps her most powerful gift as an investigator.
Of course, during the last week, the crime scene had been cleaned of every drop of blood, any sign that the murder had ever happened.
Even so, Riley was beginning to visualize the whole thing.
Morse said, “According to the police—”
“I know,” Riley said, interrupting him.
She stared at the reclining chair and began to relate her impressions to Morse and Jared …
“It was night, and Julian Morse was alone enjoying some moments of quiet relaxation after his swim. Half-asleep, he didn’t hear the intruder creeping up behind him—to directly where I’m standing right now.”
Imagining herself holding a large knife, she crouch
