CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Riley took a long, slow breath. She realized that Bill might not like the idea she was about to explain. But she was sure it was a good idea, and she really needed to talk him into it.
Squinting uncertainly over his burger at her, Bill asked, “By stealth? What do you mean by that?”
She said, “You just told me those clubs are insular, and that an FBI agent wouldn’t exactly be welcome, especially asking a lot of questions.”
“That’s right,” Bill said.
Riley shrugged slightly and said, “So you could go undercover.”
Bill’s eyes widened with surprise.
“Undercover as what?” he asked.
Riley said, “As a well-to-do golfer, just one of the guys there.”
Bill frowned.
Nope, Riley thought. He really doesn’t like this idea.
Riley continued, “Look, it wouldn’t be the first
