CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
As soon as Riley got off the plane in Des Moines, her phone buzzed. Her heart quickened when she saw that the call was from Bill. She answered the phone as she walked toward the car rental booths.
Bill sounded worried.
“Riley, something’s wrong. When I left Mike’s clinic, the first thing I did was head over to your house. I’m here right now. The FBI vans are gone. There’s just this unmarked police car parked out front—”
“It’s OK, Bill. Craig Huang and the rest of the team took the vans down to Norfolk. They’ve got Shane Hatcher cornered in an apartment building there.”
She heard Bill gasp a little.
“Are they sure?” he asked.
“Yeah, they’re sure. And there’s no way for him to get away. For all I know, they’ve got him in custody already.”
Bill fell silent for a m
