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a “family” here. As behind as she’d gotten during the murder case, she hadn’t had much time to socialize and hang out with friends. She’d formed exactly two really close friendships during her time here—one with her roommate Frankie Dow, and one with John Welch, an idealistic and handsome young man she’d gotten to know back during the summer when they’d both been in the FBI’s ten-week Honors Internship Program.

      John and Frankie were also here today. Because the graduating class was seated according to names, Riley and her two pals hadn’t been able to sit together, and she didn’t really know the classmates who were beside her.

      Riley reminded herself that she and her fiancé, Ryan Paige, were already—or almost—a family. She would move back in with him in their DC apartment, and they planned to marry soon. Riley had lost one pregnancy to an early miscarriage, but they would surely have children in the coming years.

      She wondered if Ryan was there in the audience. It was Saturday, which could be a workday for an entry-level attorney like Ryan. Besides that, Riley knew he had mixed feelings about the career she had chosen.

      Director Cormack finished his speech, and the time had come to swear in all the new agents. One by one, he would call out their names. Each of them would go up to the stage, take the FBI oath of office, receive their badge, and return to their seat.

      They were being called in alphabetical order, and as Cormack worked his way through the list, Riley found herself wishing her last name didn’t begin with the nineteenth letter of the alphabet. It was a long wait. Frankie, of course, went up onto the stage before her, then waved and grinned at Riley as she returned to her seat.

      When the director finally called out Riley’s name, her knees felt weak as she stood up and pushed her way past other seated graduates until she got to the aisle. By the time she stepped up onto the stage, she felt as though she was no longer inside her own body.

      Finally she stood on the stage, raised her hand, and repeated after Director Cormack …

      “I, Riley Sweeney, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic …”

      She had to blink back a tear as she continued.

      This is real, she told herself. This is really happening.

      It was a short oath, but Riley felt as though her voice would give out before it was over. Finally she said the closing words …

      “… and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.”

      Riley held out her hand, expecting Director Cormack to hand the badge to her. Instead, the big man grinned at her somewhat impishly and set the badge on the podium.

      “Now hold on, young lady. We’ve got a little business to take care of.”

      Riley gasped. Had she failed to graduate after all?

      The director took a small black box out of his jacket pocket and said …

      “Riley Sweeney, it is my distinct honor to bestow upon you the Director’s Leadership Award for Excellence.”

      Riley was stunned.

      The director opened the little box and took out a ribbon with a medal attached. A burst of applause broke out as Cormack hung the medal around her neck. Cormack praised Riley for her initiative and leadership during her weeks at the Academy.

      Riley tried to listen carefully to his words, but she felt lightheaded.

      Don’t faint, she ordered herself. Stay on your feet.

      She hoped somebody was recording whatever the director was saying because it was all blurring together for her.

      Cormack handed her something.

      My FBI badge, she realized as she accepted it.

      Then he held out his hand. She shook it and turned to leave.

      As Riley Sweeney, brand new FBI agent, stepped down from the stage, she saw that not all the graduates looked happy for her. In fact, there was a palpable resentment in some of their faces. She could hardly blame them. When she’d gotten back from working on the murder case, she’d been designated team leader over and over again for Academy activities. It was no secret that some students felt that Riley’s recent fieldwork had given her an unfair advantage over them. She was sure that some who came from law-enforcement backgrounds must be especially annoyed.

      Riley went back to her seat, feeling flushed with emotion at having been chosen for the award. She couldn’t remember anything like that ever happening to her before.

      Meanwhile, the rest of the recruits filed one by one onto the stage, swearing the oath and accepting their badges. When John went up, Riley smiled and waved at him, and he shyly waved back at her.

      After the last students took their oaths, Director Cormack again congratulated the recruits on their achievement and brought the ceremony to an end. The students got up from their seats and eagerly sought out their friends.

      Riley quickly located John and Frankie, who were glowing with pride as they clutched their new badges.

      “We did it!” John said, hugging Riley.

      “We’re FBI agents for real!” Frankie said, hugging Riley in turn.

      “We sure are,” Riley said.

      Frankie added, “And best of all, we’ll all be working at the DC Headquarters. We can stick together!”

      “Won’t that be great!” Riley agreed.

      She took a deep breath. After that rough summer, everything was working out just fine. Better even than she had imagined.

      She glanced around for Ryan and saw him moving through the crowd toward her.

      He’d made it here after all, and he had a pleasant smile on his face.

      “Congratulations, sweetie,” he said, kissing her on the cheek.

      “Thanks,” Riley said, kissing him back.

      Taking Riley’s hand, Ryan said, “And now we can go home.”

      Riley smiled and nodded. Yes, that was one really great thing about today. During all her weeks in the Academy, she’d had to live in the dorm while Ryan had stayed in their DC apartment. They hadn’t spent nearly as much time together as either of them had wanted.

      Her assignment to the DC FBI Headquarters meant that she’d be working just a short subway ride from their apartment. They could settle down to life together, and maybe decide soon just when they planned to get married.

      But before Ryan and Riley could walk away, John called out to her.

      “Wait a minute, Riley. We’ve got one more bit of business to take care of.”

      Riley’s eyes widened as she remembered …

      Yes, there’s one more thing to do.

      She and her friends went outside into the cold winter air, where the new agents were all lining up and heading across the quad toward the FBI gun vault. Riley and her two friends hurried to join the line, while Ryan followed along with them.

      Riley noticed that Ryan looked rather perplexed.

      He doesn’t realize what’s going on here, she thought.

      There was no time to discuss this right now. Riley and her friends were approaching the quartermaster.

      As they reached him, the man handed each of them a service weapon—a 22-caliber Glock pistol.

      Ryan’s mouth gaped with surprise—and also some alarm, Riley felt pretty sure.

      He’ll just have to get used to my having a firearm, she thought.

      Riley smiled at him and said, “OK, we can go home now.”

      She