CHAPTER EIGHT
Riley took a careful look at the man who was shouting. She could see that several people around him were nodding and murmuring in agreement.
“I know who did it! We all know who did it!”
“Josh is right,” a woman next to him said. “It’s got to be Dennis.”
“He’s a weirdo,” another man said. “That guy has always been a ticking bomb.”
Bill and Lucy hurried toward the edge of the square where the man was shouting, but Riley held her position. She called out to one of the cops beyond the tape.
“Bring him over here,” she said, pointing to the man who was doing the yelling.
She knew it was important to separate him from the group. If everybody started pitching in with stories, the truth would be impossible to untangle. If there was any truth in what everybody was yelling about.
