Chapter Six
Riley fidgeted in her chair as she tried to think of what she wanted to tell Mike Nevins. She felt unsettled and edgy.
“Take your time,” the forensic psychiatrist said, craning forward in his office chair and gazing at her with concern.
Riley chuckled ruefully. “That’s the trouble,” she said. “I don’t have time. I’ve been dragging my feet. I’ve got a decision to make. I’ve put it off too long already. Have you ever known me to be this indecisive?”
Mike didn’t reply. He just smiled and pressed his fingertips together.
Riley was used to this kind of silence from Mike. The dapper, rather fussy man had been many things to her over the years—a friend, a therapist, even at times a sort of mentor. These days she usually called on him to get his insight into the dark mind of a cri
