CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Riley felt a flash of discouragement as Bill drove the FBI car into Brinkley. She and Jake and Bill were all here to follow up on the cold case. But Brinkley didn’t look like she had expected it to.
Can this really be the right town? she wondered.
It hardly seemed possible that Melody Yanovich had actually been murdered here so many years ago. Everything was so different from sleepy little Greybull. Brinkley was all bustling and new, with strip malls and apartment complexes and office buildings. Even the older buildings were heavily remodeled and held what looked like new, thriving businesses.
She said to Bill and Jake, “I don’t think I see anything here that could possibly be twenty-five years old.”
Jake said, “Yeah, it sure looks different from when I was last here.
