CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When Bill parked the SUV in front of the police station, Riley saw a group of reporters outside. She also saw that Chief Belt was standing in the front doorway waiting for them. She was relieved to shift her focus from the flow of sand in the timers to the man who had probably placed them with his victims.
Riley and Bill pushed past the noisy reporters, ignoring them as they walked toward Belt.
“Carson’s lawyer is here,” Belt said. “Come on in, we’re ready to get started.”
Riley and her companions followed Belt into the building and to the interrogation room. She could see that the chief was excited about the prospective confession.
Carson was sitting manacled to the table in the little room. A rather bored-looking middle-aged man was seated next to him. When the FBI
