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his car with him.

      As Webster drove them out of town, Riley thought about how he’d said Brett Parma had died.

      “She was slashed up elsewhere and bled to death.”

      Riley shivered as she remembered the last grim case she and Crivaro had worked on together—the case of the barbed wire killer. His victims, too, had bled slowly to death, and that similarity unsettled her.

      She also thought about what Crivaro had said just now.

      “We can get right out of your hair.”

      She wondered—had he really meant it?

      Riley had no idea whether Harry might be right and the two murders might be connected. But one thing was absolutely certain—a woman had recently been brutally murdered right near here.

      Could they just walk away from that?

      Were they really going to fly back to Quantico without even trying to solve it?

      She was beginning to find that hard to imagine.

      But what if Crivaro insists?

      She’d have to go along with whatever he decided, and he hadn’t shown any real interest in this case.

      Maybe that was because Special Agent Jake Crivaro had seen so many deaths in his long years with the BAU.

      Well, she thought, Special Agent Riley Sweeney has seen more murders than most people her age.

      And she wasn’t ready to give up on this one.

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      As Chief Webster drove the police car out of Tunsboro, Riley felt her expectations rising. But she had to wonder …

      Is it just me?

      She’d seen no hint of interest in Agent Crivaro’s face. Now, sitting up front next to the chief, he actually looked bored.

      Doesn’t Crivaro care about this case at all? Not even after dragging both of us this far across the whole country?