CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
When Bill awoke at the sound of a knock at the door of his room, he knew right away …
It’s Riley.
He called out to her in a hoarse, sleepy voice.
“Give me a minute, Riley. I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast, OK?”
“OK,” Riley called in reply. “I’ll go wake up Jenn.”
Bill grinned as he got out of bed. This was no surprise. When he’d gone to sleep last night, he’d been aware that Riley was still ruminating on the case. His longtime partner often got powerful intuitive hits by way of nightmares or late-night insights. And those hits often went contrary to the expectations of her co-workers.
Right now, Bill was glad of it.
He knew that Riley’s ex-husband turning up out of the blue yesterday had shaken her up a bit. Despite all his years working with Riley, Bill ha
