CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A powerful sense of connection with the killer swept over Riley, so strong it made her take a few steps back. She wondered if this could really be some kind of “power spot.”
Then she reminded herself sternly…
There’s nothing mystical about this.
It was like Crivaro had told her yesterday.
“This isn’t magic, and it isn’t mind-reading or anything psychic.”
What she was good at was telling herself a story—a story that had a good chance of bearing a strong resemblance to what had really happened.
That’s what I’ve got to do now, she thought.
Tell a story.
She heard Crivaro chattering with the chief and the ME. She was glad nobody seemed to be paying much attention to her right now. She could slip into a reverie without anybody noticing.
She took a deep breath and pict
