CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Riley managed to resist the temptation to draw her weapon.
She said to Rae, “Open the door, please.”
Rae hesitated, then nodded nervously and turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
It was a small dormer room, with the typical clutter of an adolescent occupant. Lying on the bed was a muscular teenager with a crew cut—Riley remembered Chief Sinard mentioning that Dustin was a football player.
His eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to notice that anyone had entered. Riley quickly realized why. Even from the doorway, she could hear the blare of music he was listening to on a headset.
His mother called his name again. His eyes snapped open and he sat up and took off his earphones. He looked at his visitors with a blank expression.
“What’s up?” he asked in a dull-
