CHAPTER SEVEN
Riley was in her car and headed back home when she got the call from Bill. She put her phone on speaker.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“We’ve found another body,” he said. “In Delaware.”
“Was it Meara Keagan?” Riley asked.
“No. We haven’t identified the victim. This is just like the other two, only worse.”
Riley let the facts of the situation sink in. Meara Keagan was still being held captive. The killer might be holding other women captive as well. It was all but certain that the killings would continue. How many killings was anybody’s guess.
Bill’s voice was agitated.
“Riley, I’m losing my mind here,” he said. “I know I’m not thinking straight. Lucy’s a great help, but she’s still awfully green.”
Riley understood perfectly how he felt. The irony felt palpable. Here
