CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As they all got back into the SUV, Riley looked at her watch again.
She felt a flash of despair as she saw that it was after three o’clock.
She couldn’t help doing the math in her head.
There were less than fifteen hours left before this killer would most likely strike again.
And they were getting nowhere toward catching him. They’d just been wasting precious time.
It had taken an hour to drive here from Belle Terre, and they’d lost almost two more hours interviewing two irrelevant people in Williamsburg.
It would take another hour to drive back to Belle Terre.
But should they drive back to Belle Terre? Was there anything for them to do there that nobody else was already doing?
The truth was, Riley had no idea what to do now.
From the passenger seat, Bill asked,
