CHAPTER NINE
Riley couldn’t get Rags Tucker’s words out of her mind.
“There’s a feeling of inevitability about it.”
She and her colleagues were making their way back along the beach toward the crime scene. Bill was carrying the sand timer, and Jenn and Chief Belt flanked him to help him keep the timer steady. They were trying to avoid affecting the flow of sand in the timer. And of course that falling sand was what Rags had been talking about.
Inevitability.
Even as she shuddered at the thought, she realized that was exactly the effect the killer had in mind.
He wanted them to feel a tightening knot of inevitability about his upcoming murder.
It was his way of psyching them out.
Riley knew that they mustn’t let themselves get too rattled, but she worried that it wasn’t going to be
