It had been a long day, and she was feeling desperate. Time was passing much too fast, and so was any possibility of finding any life-saving clues. Glendive was the eighth town on her route. In every town so far, Riley had gone into stores that sold toys and dolls, questioning anyone who would ta...
Finley basked in the attention. He bowed, hooted at his friends, and repeatedly yelled: “I’m the man, right? You see how we do it on the South Side?” “Great job.” People clapped. “You got him!” In a dark place, Avery heard none of it. The office was a shell with no one inside, the sounds: white n...
They displayed every gruesome detail of Rosemary Pickens’s autopsy. The coroner, Ben Tooley, looked slightly ill. He was undoubtedly more accustomed to examining corpses of people who had died from strokes and heart attacks. He looked as he if he hadn’t slept, and she realized he’d surely been up...
It went back to Christmas holidays spent with her grandparents after her father had died. Her grandfather had heated his house with an old wood stove and the back end of the house had always smelled of cedar and the not entirely unpleasant smell of fresh ash. She was reminded of that old wood sto...
Riley wasn’t sure where the tension was coming from. Sure, they were still discouraged over last night’s failed attempt at catching the killer. But there was more to it than that. She couldn’t put her finger on it. “We’ll get him,” Bill finally said, chewing on a piece of toast. “From what Opal t...