CHAPTER SEVEN
Bill Matthews was out for blood.
He sat at his desk in the FBI’s Field Office for the Analysis of Violent Crime in Seattle, stewing. He had been Rylie Wolf’s supervisor before she went east to Rapid City. At the time, he’d been thrilled to let her go—in fact, he’d made it happen—because she was a thorn in his side. She was the one constantly belittling him in front of the others, questioning his authority, making him feel like the laughingstock of the department. She was the one who showed him no respect whatsoever. She was the one who always had some snide comment whenever he gave a directive. He’d thought it would mean he’d never have to hear from the woman again.
But he’d been dead wrong.
Instead, all he’d done, since shipping her off two months ago, was hear of a stri
