CHAPTER THREE
The following week, when Rylie Wolf walked into the FBI’s Field Office for the Analysis of Violent Crime in Seattle, she already knew she was going to get read the riot act.
It didn’t matter that they’d all sent her a giant bouquet in the hospital, wishing her well and hoping she’d be back at work soon. It didn’t matter that the media was lauding her as a hero. It didn’t matter that Christopher’s family and several of her fellow agents had called her, expressing their congratulations on a job well done.
Bill Matthews, the Unit Chief and her boss, was going to rain on her parade.
According to her friends on the force, he was pissed off. But when was he not, over something she’d done? The two of them had never seen eye to eye, from his very first day on the job.
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