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than that. It took her a few moments to put her finger on it.
    Finally, she realized it was a feeling that someone had meant her harm.
    She shivered deeply. During the last few days, that feeling had been coming and going. She chided herself, sure that it was completely groundless.
    She shook her head, ridding herself of any vestiges of that feeling. As she started her car, she forced herself to think of something else, and she smiled at her cell phone conversation with her sister, Becky. Later this afternoon, Cindy would help her throw a big birthday party her three-year-old daughter, complete with cake and balloons.
    It would be a beautiful day, she thought.

 

Chapter 6 
     
    Riley sat in the SUV beside Bill as he shifted gears, pushing the Bureau’s four-wheel-drive vehicle higher into the hills, and she wiped her palms on her pants legs. She didn’t know what to make of the sweatiness, and she didn’t know what to make of being here. After six weeks off the job, she felt out of touch with what her body was telling her. Being back felt surreal.
    Riley was disturbed by the awkward tension. She and Bill had barely spoken during their hour-plus drive. Their old camaraderie, their playfulness, their uncanny rapport—none of that was there now. Riley felt pretty sure she knew why Bill was being so aloof. It wasn’t out of rudeness—it was out of worry. He, too, seemed to have doubts about whether she should be back on the job.
    They drove toward Mosby State Park, where Bill had told her he had seen the most recent murder victim. As they went, Riley took in the geography all around her and slowly, her old sense of professionalism kicked in. She knew she had to snap out of it.
    Find that son of a bitch and kill him for me.
    Marie’s words haunted her, drove her on, made her choice simple.
    But nothing seemed that simple now. For one thing, she couldn’t help worrying about April. Sending her to stay at her father’s house wasn’t ideal for anybody involved. But today was Saturday and Riley didn’t want to wait until Monday to see the crime scene.
    The deep silence began to add to her anxiety, and she desperately felt the need to talk. Wracking her brain for something to say, finally, she said:
    “So are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Maggie?”
    Bill turned to her, a surprised look on his face, and she couldn’t tell if it was due to her breaking the silence, or her blunt question. Whichever it was, she immediately regretted it. Her bluntness, many people told her, could be off-putting. She never meant to be blunt—she just had no time to waste.
    Bill exhaled.
    “She thinks I’m having an affair.”
    Riley felt a jolt of surprise.
    “What?”
    “With my job,” Bill said, laughing a bit sourly. “She thinks I’m having an affair with my job. She thinks I love all this more than I love her. I keep telling her she’s being silly. Anyway, I can’t exactly end it—not my job, anyway.”
    Riley shook her head.
    “Sounds just like Ryan. He used to get jealous as hell when we were still together.”
    She stopped short of telling Bill the whole truth. Her ex-husband hadn’t been jealous of Riley’s job. He’d been jealous of Bill. She’d often wondered if Ryan might have had some reason. Despite today’s awkwardness, she felt awfully good just being close to Bill. Was that feeling solely professional?
    “I hope this isn’t a wasted trip,” Bill said. “The crime scene’s been all cleaned up, you know.”
    “I know. I just want to see the place for myself. Pictures and reports don’t cut it for me.”
    Riley was starting to feel a bit woozy now. She was pretty sure it was from the altitude, as they climbed still higher. Anticipation had something to do with it, too. Her palms were still sweating.
    “How much farther?” she asked, as she watched the woods get thicker, the terrain more remote.
    “Not far.”
    A couple of minutes later, Bill turned off the paved road onto a