Chapter 18
Riley watched Bill walk away. She looked back at the SUV longingly, feeling reluctant to leave the Remington behind. But carrying a shotgun around at this time of night would draw the wrong sort of attention. The plan for now was to search, not to destroy.
At least not yet, Riley thought.
Right now, she felt the need to reach back into a dark recess of her memory—a place where she’d come to know what little she knew about Peterson.
She walked out onto the barren lot. She’d returned here just once since her captivity and escape. It had been broad daylight then. But she had felt certain then that she’d found the place she’d been looking for. Now she retraced her steps the same way. Soon her instincts told her that she was there—standing in the very spot.
She breathed the nigh
