CHAPTER TEN
Riley braced herself against the empty morgue table, trying to choke back her horror. She wondered—why was her whole body reacting so violently?
She remembered what she’d said to Agent Crivaro a little while ago.
“I’ve seen dead bodies before.”
It was true—she’d seen more corpses than most young people her age. She’d seen dead women bound up with barbed wire, bodies with faces grotesquely smeared with clown makeup, and her own college friends lying on dorm room floors with their throats cut open. Worst of all, she’d seen her mother lying dead with a bullet wound to her chest when she’d been a small child.
She shouldn’t be shocked, even by something this grisly.
Was this different somehow?
No, Riley thought. It’s too much the same.
This time, the horror was more visible,
