CHAPTER TEN
Riley could feel her anxiety rising as she drove toward Williamsburg. During the hour-long trip, she found herself obsessing about every passing second.
It was still early afternoon on the very first day of this investigation. Although she always worked as fast as she could to stop a killer, the pressure of time had never before been so relentless.
Maybe, she kept reminding herself, this killer would be thwarted by the actions they’d taken so far. Soon the entire Belle Terre property would be closed. Soon the public around Sattler would be warned that a killer was at large.
Wouldn’t that be enough to slow a killer down, at least for the time being?
Perhaps, but Riley knew better than to count on it. And in a way, the uncertainty only added to her anxiety.
The worst of it
