CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Riley and her colleagues went straight from the CID building to the car that the base had assigned them. As they drove back to the beach cottage, Riley sensed that Bill and Lucy were both discouraged.
She didn’t feel discouraged.
She felt energized.
She felt more determined than ever to solve this case. In fact, she was beginning to feel downright competitive about it.
Col. Larson had called Riley’s skills “half-baked subjective feelings.” Of course, Riley had dealt with that kind of criticism before. But she had been a successful agent long enough to know that her profiling talent was real.
When they got to the cottage, they sat around the kitchen table. Riley imagined what they must look like. Here they were, a middle-aged man and woman whose personal lives had bee
