CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Riley was seized by an unexpected and uncanny flash of fear.
For a moment she wondered why she felt that way. She wasn’t in any danger. She was just sitting in a lounge chair beside a swimming pool. And a woman in a bathing suit was walking toward her, smiling at her.
That was all she was doing—smiling.
Why does that scare me? Riley wondered.
Then she realized …
Her partner’s stories had gotten under her skin, especially one about a giggling housewife who’d tried to hire him to murder her husband’s lover.
Crivaro had said that case had taken a toll on his faith in human nature. It had made him wary of “polite people who smile even at strangers.”
Shaking off that feeling, Riley applied the towel to her wet hair and tried to look relaxed.
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