Chapter Thirty Eight
Riley hurried down the hallway of the Phoenix FBI building. It was almost eight, and Bill had said he’d meet her here. She remembered what he had said on the phone when she was still on the plane.
“Riley, I’ve got an idea.”
She wished he’d told her what his idea was. She’d been in suspense about it for hours. Was it possible that this horrible case was going to be wrapped up soon—maybe even in the next few minutes?
She wished she could dare to hope. But she’d slept only fitfully during the plane flight back. And the truth was, she hadn’t gotten properly rested since she’d been awakened at three in the morning last Friday back in Fredericksburg. She was too tired to hope.
When she arrived at the office, she was surprised to see that Bill wasn’t alone.
Garrett Holb
