CHAPTER FORTY
When the CID team came down off the pier, the BAU agents turned the handcuffed and drenched Brandon Graham straight over to them. Riley watched with satisfaction as Sergeant Matthews and his CID team dragged the captive across the beach and toward their car.
Graham was raving wildly, “Let me go! There are more guys on that list! They’re thugs, not soldiers! You won’t stop them, so I’ve got to!”
Riley watched and listened with curiosity. The suspect was implicating himself with every breath.
They’d surely caught the killer.
But she recognized a nagging doubt that she couldn’t quite put into words.
We’ve finished this case, she tried to convince herself. It just hasn’t sunk in yet.
Then she heard Bill laughing.
“Look at us,” her partner said. “Some fine-looking FBI agen
