CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Riley arrived at the BAU early the next morning, feeling more than ready to get back to work. On her way to her office, she was greeted by Bill and Jake walking toward her in the hallway.
“It looks like maybe we’ve got a break in the case,” Bill told Riley with a grin.
“What do you mean?” Riley asked.
Jake said, “Woody Grinnell gave me a call this morning. He’d put out those fliers with the composite sketch, and it may have paid off. A guy came into Woody’s Diner this morning and said he might have actually seen the killer.”
Riley’s head buzzed with excitement.
“Did he recognize the face in the sketch?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” Jake said. “It sounds like he saw the killer on the night of the murder.”
Riley felt a spasm of disappointment.
“That long ago?” she
