CHAPTER TWENTY
Riley’s thoughts were full of conflicting images as she and her companions stood waiting in the hallway for Sam to come out of her father’s room.
Sam and her dad had obviously enjoyed a close relationship, unlike what Riley had experienced with her own father. Art had greeted his daughter warmly. Even when his mind was confused, he’d never been angry with her, much less threatening.
Riley’s own father had been cold and angry. The last time Riley had seen him alive, they had actually come to blows. She had let her sister, Wendy, take the responsibility for him when he became ill. Riley had even refused to go to his funeral. Although she knew that her father had helped make her the excellent agent that she had become, Riley’s memories of him were never warm.
It was clear t
