CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The circle of men closed in threateningly around Riley and Jenn. Although Riley wasn’t sure how she and her new partner would fare in an unarmed brawl with this rough group, she didn’t want to use her weapon, and she was determined not to show fear.
She said in a sharp, loud voice, “My partner and I are looking for a man named Ivan Crozier. He calls himself ‘Trip.’ Do you know him? Does he live around here?”
To Riley’s surprise, the men all stopped in their tracks.
She noticed some of them smiling grimly at one another.
“You’re FBI—and you’re looking for Trip?” one said.
“That’s right,” Riley said.
Several of the men let out a burst of sardonic laughter. Even a couple of the women joined in.
“We know Trip, all right,” one man said.
An obese, middle-aged woman said,
