CHAPTER FIVE
Stella buzzed the window down, letting a blast of cold wind into the car. Gulping the chilly air deeply, wiping perspiration from her forehead, she battled down her sickness. Every gasp represented a small victory as the nausea slowly subsided.
Maxwell turned, looking annoyed.
“Is there a reason we’re suddenly riding in a fridge?” he asked irritably.
“Sorry.” Stella buzzed it closed again, glad that her involuntary reaction to these memories had now passed. “Why is the FBI involved in the case?” she asked, hearing the wobble in her own voice but trying to keep calm.
Roth replied. “We were called in because of the possible serial aspect. Two nights ago, another woman was stabbed to death in her home in Waterbury. That’s about twenty-five miles away so this may be the work
