CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Sometimes Riley hated being right. She was looking down at the body, which was laid out in a farm field about ten miles west of Ohlman. It was Nicole DeRose Ehrhardt, sure enough.
A familiar rumbling sound overhead forced her attention away from the body on the ground. She looked up and saw a helicopter circling overhead. It was a clearly labeled FBI chopper, and its pilot was obviously looking for a place to land.
Riley looked around at the others who had gathered at the crime scene. Agent Huang was on his phone. Despite the rising noise, she could see his lips say the words, “Yes, sir; yes, sir” over and over again.
Then Huang approached the group and said loudly enough to be heard, “Special Agent in Charge Walder is joining us.”
Emily Creighton smiled brightly. L
