CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
When Riley and Bill followed the sergeant into the colonel’s office, Larson was sitting behind her desk. She was visibly uncomfortable as she gestured to them to sit down.
Riley and Bill seated themselves and waited for the CID head to tell them what was on her mind. Riley’s sense of dread was mounting.
“Congratulations are in order,” Larson began. Then she frowned slightly and added, “I can’t say I much like your methods, Agent Paige—or the way you went over my head. But you got results. You got our man.”
Larson drummed her fingers on her desk for a moment.
“I’m not going to announce that the case is closed,” she said. “We’re not even letting the press know that we’ve made an arrest.”
“Of course,” Riley replied. “You don’t want to alert any other cell members or s
