CHAPTER TWELVE
Keeping her eyes closed, Riley turned slowly around. In her mind, the details that Officer Kuehling had described fell into place. She found that she could visualize the room as it had been that night.
Now she needed to sense what had unfolded here.
It was about eight-thirty in the evening, she reminded herself.
That meant it was getting pretty dark outside.
But what about in here?
It depended on whether Ogden had had the overhead light on, or just the table lamp that Kuehling had said was beside his chair.
Riley thought about the melancholy widower, his reluctance to even spend time with his own family.
He didn’t like bright light in the house, she felt.
So the table lamp had possibly been the only light in the room.
With the room in full focus now, Riley opened h
